na bezdechu

cycling cycling...
co za poranek! okolo 4 rano wskazowki zegara zaczely obracac sie w druga strone. cienie drzew w bladym swietle szarego dnia staly sie wypukle, szorstkie i bliskie mojego balkonu jak nigdy. cyk. cyk. cycling. przeskoczylam po galeziach tych drzew na druga polkule swiata mojego pokoju.
wielki belkot o wielkim olsnieniu. tylko jak tak zyc, ciagle cycling miedzy jedna a druga polkula?

i flirted with you all my life

I am a man, I am self aware
And everywhere I go
You're always right there with me

I flirted with you all my life
Even kissed you once or twice
And to this day I swear it was nice but clearly
I was not ready

When you touched a friend of mine
I thought I would lose my mind
But I found out with time that
Really, I was not ready

Oh death

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gdyby moc choc na chwile przestac byc soba