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Scope

The stars and the wind between the stars
Who knows you
Truthfully, faithfully, painlessly
Deep inlands of debauchery

The veil
Is your face your own
Do these sorrows pin you to the place
Is this frail our common good, or fairytales

Mystery
Seeking the ultimate divine reward
To touch the leaf with its flame
And fingers running with blood

Loose, off the grid
We are all heading towards the boiling sun
So do not keep the distance
Like you never loved someone




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Publicerad 2016-04-19 01:26



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