Moving lanes

The day is dead and the night lingers Down by the river, It’s been a while All I remember is washing through my fingers I called you in the quiet, Where did you go What will you bring from the watery ghost If I walk through this darkness and cold blaze Would it be the gentle touch of warm hands - like always? I think this is the last time, We’d be in circles - Wont we? Why should I be happy, many bones in my closet Hope broken down, I’m drowning

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BLURRED RACE

These images the mind casts the vision in the day time even is blurry who I really want has gone, yes in a hurry you are never going to be as it were yestertimes those memories now Bush-side corpse rotten like the uneaten food that was served by ones enemies who might i be but … Continue reading BLURRED RACE