I think about you, every so often, when a
90s pop song plays on the radio and how you...
One day I will be my own happy poem.
I will wake up with a soul...
I hear broken syllables
mixed with chaotic traffic...
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Not far it was from Heaven...
It seems we’re staring at the same wall.
A blank sheet with all the ink in the world and...
We did not want to meet,
fierce migrants, wanting to fit in...
Stretching our branches
to the prospect horizons...
with every step you take,
my heart beats faster...
"Ich bin müde, immer müde zu sein"
I am tired of always being tired...
Another one has been buried here,
All I can do is shovel the dirt while silence is...
Familiarity is the taste of nostalgia
and betrayal...
You love me
balls to the wall...