Mad poetry, It's like a sign of sickness. Black mark of pain and self-destruction. This boat is given to you by people, but further, you drag it through the sand... drag by youself.
And understanding this, deprives me of control. Gives me an insight that everything around, a crazy green mile. Which makes a circle, from itself.
Oh yeah, forgot to add, on that boat, as you know, one fool always sings a madnes song.
About the wind, the sea and love. He seems to standing, stand above. Above us. Filling himself with the wind. Bloody wind. And his name is Your Heart.
Mad poetry
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