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Björk
Pedalling through the dark currents
I find an accurate copy
a blueprint
of the pleasure in me
swirling black lilies totally ripe
He offers a handshake
crooked five fingers
they form a pattern
yet to be matched
swirling black lilies totally ripe
a secret code carved
in a palm of fingers
form a pattern
yet to be matched
swirling black lilies totally ripe
Morsecoding signals
pulsate
wake me up
from hibernate
On the surface simplicity
but the darkest pit in me
is pagan poetry
pagan poetry
I love him
This time
I’m gonna keep it to myself
This time
I’m gonna keep me all to myself
And he makes me want to hurt myself again
She loves him
Adoro Pagan Poetry! Quase fui num show da Bjork no ano passado. Quando eu soube da apresentaçao dela, os ingressos jah estavam todos vendidos. Pena, pena!
Beijo grande e boa semana!