fade I feel your skin I've never asked why
But I got dressed in new thoughts and I have thrown my
wings.
I never dreamed
mazes and you bent down to pick up a clover.
In this day of poor appetite is your birthday
bitterness and anger are mixed in the throat.
wears a uniform from the victim and you turn around to look
your finger up and dark glasses, walking down the street
Your weakness that my Every day that passes under
this ceiling, the sky
this land
eat a piece of my liver. The quiet city
witness of my addiction.
Every day a little. And I can not come tomorrow
I can not go I can not change
The slow rising from the toes
When anesthetized sides
how will I sit, walk and love?
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