Echo, echo, echo(...)

sexta-feira, 14 de maio de 2010

IS THERE A ROAD THAT FOLLOWS EVERYWHERE YOU GO?

My hands shake objects and I forget the days of the week. - Fear of to sleep without one more drink. - If I could I was quiet, easy. If I could I was with myself now, but the death comes with her children of the night in a long desperate cry.



There's no prayer. And a kiss cannot to dress a wound/ or soften(...)
Please tell me the truth: Am I feeling so abandoned? Have my crutches all been stolen and broken now?
We know what's gonna happen: I saw this before We lose It: I did denounce this(...)*
There is no road for Our compassion now, is there? I'm sorry if I can't answer. I'm not gonna wait for you.

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