I count on your love;
a countdown to the end,
don't count the time-flow.
I don't bow-down to my fiend.
STAI LEGGENDO
Aprosìa
PoetryLa brutale privazione della prosa, il totale abbandono della normalità.
Count on you
I count on your love;
a countdown to the end,
don't count the time-flow.
I don't bow-down to my fiend.
