Embrace me, My Love

Embrace me, My Love

No expression
no aim

Lookin for
a bag

It’s called
Death

Ohh what
a shame

Where we
have come

All bullets
and no
Love

You must
live again

To a
new beginnin

Where in
reside

Faith n
Cream

Of your
grilled
hands

The sandwich
in your
hand

And the
melanchola

In your
eyes

Takes you
to the
cloud

Where only
Love resides

Caution: This might be all theory

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