You're a pretty boy, sensitive and shy.
I'm a pretty boy,
Your cold lips whisper
Such warm words.
In the freezing cold
It
(It's the symphonies of Beethoven)
Clap your hands for Beethoven
He's playing
I put my
Body in the sand.
To be with
The land
And the
Do you remember us exchanging smoke on the sofa?
Do you
Say my name, tremble like a star.
Say my name, King
the white moss stairs in the midnight wood
make a favourite
I wonder why you're avoiding or realising
I'm on the edge
I spend the night on your chest
Like a pyramid.
The warmest
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