Daniela Three

You always try to calculate, what’s buried safe inside, beyond the spike of taste, what you like to eat, is a far from common cry, life is never easy, your lips can't fake, neither can they lie, stood before the magistrate, if you could only see, instead of deny, what might set you free, terrible supplies of opiates, vodka tonics citrus limes, who needs them anyway, try to follow the beat, winter in warm climes, the Ocean makes you heave, find somewhere cool to bathe, you can't relive the time, enquire about the waste, that settles in your wine.