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one millon black colors
the floor cracks and I fall through
you cant stich up this open wound.
the windows painted black,
the sun shines through the one million cracks.
my spine bends for you.
I sleep in my shiny casket
and never wake up.
who would want to when your in a dream
when the flowers die that when I know im finally alive.
but die at the sound of your beautiful voice.
you cant stich up this open wound.
the windows painted black,
the sun shines through the one million cracks.
my spine bends for you.
I sleep in my shiny casket
and never wake up.
who would want to when your in a dream
when the flowers die that when I know im finally alive.
but die at the sound of your beautiful voice.
Published 1st Dec 2012
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