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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

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