It’s warm and cozy in the old Irish bar -
A refuge from the rainy and cold night outside.
I am drinking a glass of a strong, dark stout
Feeling a bit lonely - I don’t know why,
and the night is slowly passing by. ...
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going further, murder is just a word
a dirt on somebody's boots
a body on a journey to reach its roots ...
He whispers in Dutch on my radar for trouble.
I'm drowning in hopes made of pink fragile bubbles.
His voice – a reminder of all that I need.
A flowery fire awaits to be freed.
I knew you were leaving before I was told. ...