Un-Interpreted
6 years back, one usual night, on a lean hungry stomach, a few words came out of an unknown warmth, from the mouth of an ancient spirit, she walked like a Sylph, with a naked torso gleaming in the dim moon light, the words, just as they awakened me, giving that short and craving glimpse, of the Sylph, put me to an ecstatic sleep.
The words are still Un-Interpreted.
Vaxillo Cass A mino
Fullos cass dowr tu
Loscha culter pullo di
Lovera lovera loscha
Stay Me
posted by CassAmino at 5:27 AM
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