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…)