3 авг 2010
Naively. Text
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Centuries-old....
Flying back to the world....
They were limbs and the skin....
Milky vein/light in between....
Gently breathing me in....
And I’m telling my self  ....
If it brings any help....
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Feathery tie....
Seem to loosen the cry....
Healer’s washing his hands....
Lepers go straight in chain ....
Beating dust from the flame ....
When I’m asking my self ....
If it brings any help....
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Twas a time when I missed you ....
The time found you....
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Centuries-old....
Flying back to the world....
Bitter taste of the sore....
I don’t feel anymore....
Over sated before....
And I’m telling my self  ....
If  it bring any help....
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