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DEVOTE (LIPS).

Devote this relation to an eternal decade

For a sweet accommodation of your target's red line

Afraid of the risk, of this way, of this soul-mate

Possess the light, yourself, and this hand

A lot of lips for you ...

Stop the survey, stay still and listen

Walk in rhythm* and get rid of this perfume

Swallow* the air of nothing and control the wasting

Devil's day or integral blasphemy

a lot of lips for you

No idea, no option, just stay straight and see

Slobbering desire because no yesteryear magus

Hallucinating mirage. Why nothing ? Why afraid of ?

Just some falsifying regrets and inclinations which are never overloaded

© Simon Eve 2007