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A Soul In The Clock
A Soul In The Clock
-for the ones whose pillow is the moon-
Just the ones who are wearing the night
On themselves and walking on the stars,
Filling the empty streets with thoughts,
And who are sitting alone in their houses,
Breeding the clouds and turning to a breeze,
And just the ones who are missing their
Losted sun but not looking for it,
Shining in their mind b...
Saturday 29th October 2016 9:00 pm
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