domingo, 13 de novembro de 2016

Shallow, opaque, empty and tired
No color, no sound, no odor or taste
I feel everything though
Yet my heart is cold very cold
And time drags on and on though it runs
It Escapes through the fingers
It Escapes from my dreams
It's very cold cold
I'm trapped in here,
And it's only in my dreams in my desires
that i feel warm

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