Γ toi
passionate thoughts are spidering my soul
with this wild perfume of this season's day
πΌ
sybaritic, the booze of gods rains on my lips
to annihilate the chaos from my mind stave
πΌ
the dreams' melodrama dances on my skin
dressed up in questions and astonishment
πΌ
common senses philosophize in the language
of Dassin, attached to the keyword, (Γ toi…)
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