05 dezembro, 2010


« your eyes like glass mistakes
they moved me close to tears
you speak those favourite fables
which I am yet to live
and casually confirm my fears
that I've got nothing to give


I wish I could say
that I've got no regrets
but saying that would be one more
to pile on my desk
I wish I could say I've clung to time like gold »

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