resembles moments in the future,
which are (nothing else but) glories (diguising painful mistakes).
Dirty, with hands dyed in the color of (those fake) goddesses,
With feelings (so vicariously) emerging again,
I am still near (the breakdown) of my faith.
I will try (not) to honour you,
and keep you (nowhere near) safe,
for I can see you are (not) the girl I need,
since you bring back (those horrid) glory days...
?evila tuo ti edam I woh srebmemer enoynA
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