понеделник, октомври 21

Slough

Beaten.
Beaten up.
Beaten up with lies.
Beaten up with nothing.
Deserts pouring from the skies.
Stormy oceans in that heart clogging.
No one to hear me out, no one to set the motion.
True to life is falling, breaking down in longing.
Set in stone is nothing, my mind - collapsing every moment.

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