If she was any kind of ordinary
Would I gladly be
Slowly
Marking the stones of my ancient history?
Feeble kindles of fire
Let she hear my trembling voice
As I make it go higher
I taste the rain as a bitter sauce
Maybe it was tears
Maybe it was fears
Yet there was nothing left to say
Trying to live the day
Left with emptiness
As deep as endless














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watch me kill you.
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"A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages."
~Tennessee Williams
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