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Christ in Orianenstrasse

You were sipping your wine from a broken glass
You said you were fine, but with hollow eyes
You caressed my cheek with an ice cold hand
As you prayed for the weak from a distant land
And took my hand against your breast
This is my body you said for this is blessed
And this is my blood and empty your drink
And in the silence that followed i start to sink
You rushed up and headed towards the bar
I whispered "i love you" but you were to far




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Publicerad 2020-06-11 23:51



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