Let's lie lazy.
Let's not be good,
Let's not be rebels.
Shoulder to shoulder,
only think of the soft brush between fabrics,
and the breeze
whistling
through my eyelashes -
smiling like the fairy-tale grasses.
Let's not be good,
Let's not be rebels.
Shoulder to shoulder,
only think of the soft brush between fabrics,
and the breeze
whistling
through my eyelashes -
smiling like the fairy-tale grasses.
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