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Slow motion

October 3, 2012



Slow motion


Printing the fingers with cigarettes,

Printing the lips

And colapsing me shoulders,

Without  a sign of sweats,

I’ll mange my ships

Which are  the coldest


Rivers odd  to walk by;

And the sun is strong enough

To make my hair blind.

Maybe im just shy

To talk about stuff.

Rivers of some kind


Of electricity in the air

With very positive message

About the piano smell

Like the best wear,

Like me free old bridge

And im doing well.

0310  1325


From → art'n'language

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