16. Decembris 2015

• 16.12.15 00:38
• We walked those streets until we were too
  Drunk to know which corner to turn
  Driving ourselves into delirium
  I then emerged with a message of
  Seduction for Mr Satie
  Paris, the scent of dreams
  Perfume is the Jazz drenched scent of this city
  We will wreck this world
  And bring back those forgotten desires
  Building a house you cannot fall in love in
  It's getting late, very late, almost dawn
  I must go home
  The flowers prepare to take their revenge
  And as they die theyraise a fanfare
  Bye bye, bye bye
  Desperately searching and trying
  To grasp a last kiss
  A most erotic death occurs inside of me
  Filling her room with all the flowers she can find
  She commits the ultimate erotic suicide
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