So what? if the tissue of life, and does not absorb more ...
So what? If the soul wanders trying to slip into a tear
and if, with each drop down a memory that leaves a trail
wet and shiny, it soaks my neck .. .
directs you to the core, to tie, you can not escape.
been nailed, and hawthorn, which occasionally squirm,
to lance my memory ..
Morning laugh sure, but not today
that I mourn today ......
if not all have a song to mourn, but this is mine, the voice, tone, or some point all this together, but at full volume, with the headphones ..........
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