You were so late for me
And I have missed several processions of angels and believers
For you
However, you are so cool and careless
Coming to me blind drunk in your paper launch
With dark angels dragging your girls from the hair
Girls you spilt their blood in your hidden tales
But you exposed them with your solitude and adoration
That guaranteed you a furnished paradise
Which nobody will step inExcept you.
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