No title to this sad song
I feel no warmth in your stay,
only light flames from your exhaust lead the way.
The deadliest parts of you,
I hold high and mighty.
“Clearly it’s not working out”
you tell me while I’m crying
what’s wrong with me
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Martin Elder
Sun 16th Dec 2018 22:42
very very nice even with just these few words, but In would love to hear it put to music.