MaSHa: Continue the phrase: high, high, somewhere there, in the clouds, my heart is melting in your gentle hands, I know, you know, I know, you know, you know, you know.

by Nikita:
The bridges burned.
We will die, you and I.
The pockets are empty.
The tails slid.
What shit I and you.
The blind crows.
that shakes the bushes
Fuck the cats.
What fucking cats, touching their tails
...that the bushes tremble, where cats chew their tails
... that blind crabs eat bushes, where cats are rattling their tails