I think I like a god
In lake of our blood.
Your body was too small
To keep in it your soul;
So under ice it close
And now I can’t it froze.
I hope your brown eyes
Will stay as ever nice;
Your fucking loud scream
Waked up my dirty dreams;
I miss your breath, your voice…
But then I had no choice.
God
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