Sometimes I
Can't seem to
be able to order my thoughts
And I seem
to choke on water
in the open air.
Sometimes I'd
like to see apples on
a string
dancing round a bonfire.
And then
Sometimes I
look down at my feet
And I just
can't see them anymore--
Sometimes
I
fade
like
color.
Samstag, 1. März 2014
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