away from me
open mind collides on breaking things
buried inside if not rotting at us
stillness no logner at bay
yet
everything i touch
turns to dust
illness fading away
not fast enough
so still i wait
with a hope inside
we have to escape
before it's too late
to save each other from disease
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Od 666 (Neregistriran), u 9. veljača 2010 10:41:59
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