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not where it should go, all colours inside me are grey all senses appear delayed burning thumbs and thumping head are all I can feel down in the dark my blood is crawling to a stop my love is thick as a rock my lonely soul follows, you and all your travels, as the life grows thin and my string unravels Post a comment in response: |
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