Posted by: In My Place on: Maio 21, 2008
Clouds roll by
Reeling is what they say
Or is it just my way?
Wind blows by,
Low light
Sidetracked, low light
Can’t see my tracks,
Your scent-way back
Can I be here all alone?
Clear a path to my home
Blood runs dry
Books and jealousy tell me wrong
All I feel, calm
Voice rolls by,
Low light
Car crash, low light
Can’t wear my mask,
Your [...]
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