Praise Of A Blind Child

Aseidad

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I spit in my hands
Into a void regret
Arms of sorrow torns
In pleasure disconform.

Trought your eyes
Sweetness decantation
The secrets that i know
The time it's take corrodes.

I'll describe my pain
You don't stay in my thougts
Fascination
Among these tears
Find my blind eyes.

Praise of a blind child
Praise of a dying flame
I will feel forever
Your sweet taste.