I dream in almost perfect aubergine with specks of flesh
Though I am sleeping I hear your entering breath
In this minimalistic room
My purple dies to passion red
I speak in japanese in this palace of precision
Shaking every hand of all those in this division
But my other hand rests
On top of your damp head
Though I am sleeping I hear your entering breath
In this minimalistic room
My purple dies to passion red
I speak in japanese in this palace of precision
Shaking every hand of all those in this division
But my other hand rests
On top of your damp head
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