What's this poetry for
When my spirit soars?
My wounds will be sour
But what about yours?
I listen to you alone.
Are there any lows
When you're in foam
Dreaming your bones...
When my spirit soars?
My wounds will be sour
But what about yours?
I listen to you alone.
Are there any lows
When you're in foam
Dreaming your bones...
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