Soul for your body&Body for your soul

Broken tray...

Only with You
I can cross the
world...
Drunk with the
excitement!
With You and
Her
On the broken
tray...
Dinner is served
With Me and
Her
Nothing's
fair!
So where is the
stress...
Thorns of your
faith!
Your suffering
eyes...
Destroying us!


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