"Gas"
Edward Hopper
La minuinette a des nuits rouges
Sur les paupières de son lit blanc
Pourtant elle creuse avec sa gouge
La terre boueuse de son étang
Comme l’ingénue devant a Juan
She believes that love he hopes
And it dreams of a mixed
That Alexander for her worship
The minuinette has his eyes
That shade of brown pixels
Who the ravine like a spear
Until the root of the virtual
How can her on a soul
she had imagined for Sister
Fill his days burn his flame
As if his rhymes elsewhere
The minuinette has wanderings
On the blank screen of his life
It's been bugs on its shortcomings
she would like a reversal
Yet minuinette knows
it is that spectrum on a wire
And his flesh hungry meat
If what is dear to this thread
Edward Hopper
La minuinette a des nuits rouges
Sur les paupières de son lit blanc
Pourtant elle creuse avec sa gouge
La terre boueuse de son étang
Comme l’ingénue devant a Juan
She believes that love he hopes
And it dreams of a mixed
That Alexander for her worship
The minuinette has his eyes
That shade of brown pixels
Who the ravine like a spear
Until the root of the virtual
How can her on a soul
she had imagined for Sister
Fill his days burn his flame
As if his rhymes elsewhere
The minuinette has wanderings
On the blank screen of his life
It's been bugs on its shortcomings
she would like a reversal
Yet minuinette knows
it is that spectrum on a wire
And his flesh hungry meat
If what is dear to this thread
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