Tears or just a dam that holds them...
In one tide they sink for the ripple,
The other is held by the rocks man supplied for the end.
You hold something dear,
I will not hold the fear,
I can’t.
Having all that is me.
Forgetting things,
That would be we.
The green floating art could never be a friend,
Why not try,
Gods pulled for you..
Don’t quit,
Please …..
A body, no tail ….
And your poor skull…
We pulled for the forgiveness and the dream of survival of the foreign lost friends.
Dreaming in lost worlds, things that have drain in the sky.
She bleeds for being lost in the hole of my brain.
Concrete feels so safe,
And the flesh is one.
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