Do not put my mind within. I can fly through the window. And I think it's too early for my fears to speak to you. Do you smash a piece of cinnamon - my coffee will become smoother. I have not computed what I have taken, because I prefer to give you. When in my dream poppy poppies - delusion is that the touch is gentle. The silk threads of sadness one hundred treacherous hedgehogs are stalking me. Love me, I do not want to feel what is it to hurt without time. Save My Lordships Light, because loneliness is red. Now press on to me - for a while, and then - stay on while it's running in my eyes the cracked sunset and says much more than anything.
