Give me your beautiful soul,Diana...
my soul was worn out like an old jacket.
I am very careful.I won't destroy you.
all other souls are cheaper than a cigarette butt.
and they are all like a solved puzzle.
And your soul, Diana...
to hold it in my; palm..
And stroke the disheveled wings,
press my; lips.
my world is dying...
all my fairy tales seem to be true with you.
I am very careful.don't be afraid..
close your eyes and try to hear
how thin threads create new worlds
hear what the angels dream..
Give me your beautiful soul,Diana.
Give me... Dedicated to Diana Magnay
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