четвъртък, 17 март 2011 г.

wash



light shines through darker days
eyes close and lose their way
slip away the night
while the whole town's asleep
caught between the space
where you wanted to be
death acts and life reacts
spent time turning looking back
clues along the track
leave the following kind
the ground that seems to be new
winding up the same every time

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