Zywa
Smell of vomit
Symphony on the border
of life at the presence
of the Present One
Broken, after a few hours
on the hard pew
The smell of vomit
a woman carried away
a purgatory and the madness
of the devil before her eyes
He's dancing stomping wildly
like a bear around her
Touch me, destroy me
all my memories
of him, wipe me out
the endless hell of his love
for someone else
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