Child of my senses

Child of my senses

Mediterranean Indie from Gibraltar.

Your milk white was violent,
I close down my eyes,
A moon shade could silence
the spheres in your mind,

Sit in the bath, mirror the water,
I combat the sun to stay in the pool of my sin,
fleeing the night, vexing the ocean,
your mind the child of my senes.

Your dawn hands were swollen
they crave for my wings
but my air-gear was broken,
I stroll through the fields.
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