My arms are locked
My leggs entwineed
This because I am fine
My back is pressed against the wall
My lips has a drop of blood that falls
The sound wrinkles the air being still
Muscles tences under the shrill
But a drop of me is all thats moved
A kiss from a breath is all I loose
And when I peek through my viny arms
I push you back just as far
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The butterfly had a dream and I dreamt of a butterfly. So I figured, we probably collided. While all the days she wishes me not to dissapear.
The butterfly had a dream and I dreamt of a butterfly. So I figured, we probably collided. While all the days she wishes me not to dissapear.