Take me to Paris
The city of love , la ville lumière
Mon chéri, mon cœur, trésor
Take me to Italy
The most beautiful place in the world, il paese dei balocchi
Amore mio, salvatore, luce dei miei occhi
Take me to Spain
Amor de mi vida, soy tu Reina, mi cielo
Take me to your heart's bed
I want to hold your arteries
I want to sleep on your superior vena cava
And I want to kiss you on inferior vena cava
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Eliot is more you than yourself
PoetryEliot is everyone but He doesn't exist Eliot is protecting my soul from you Eliot deserve to be loved but nobody does Eliot understand the meaning of the life, he is exploring it everyday seeing it from his broken window Eliot is tired of singing...
