You are a story that you want not being a tragedy of security Which land of you from which air from my tribe is a heavenly separation
Wherever you are, you are not a good night or a good concern A little
Take me with you, you are my back good like you get to travel with you Take me to be convinced Whatever you are You want me to be convinced
Smell you, my old -fashioned smell Delivery
What could be the poem of Beats last I didnt have the absurd life and you didnt have the last tail The last story of my life is my last life The moment of my death is the moment of arrival Take me with you.
