yawn
till dawn
innocence gone
in polite nights of beauty and charm
there was once a world
of a sweetheart
a bit smart
like art
in new evil nights of sensuality and harm
there's a new world
ready to be born
to be scorned
to be drawn
swoon
till noon
innocence strewn
in a non-eternal world
full of fear, drought and doubt
nostalgia is brought for the old life
for the beautiful nights, for the charming, polite nights
lust
till dusk
innocence lost
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