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Hail is spatting into your own space
You still feel like a cold disgrace...
So many promises in one day
Even quicker melts away...
Unconscious fever
Stop burning my heart so deeply...
On the corners of my heart
Lies the bitter stains of my confusion...
When I crawl into you
I feel a little bit lighter...
True tranquility lies in balance; and not in happiness only. |
The right place, at the right time, sets the perfect tone, for the biggest crime. |
Practise makes perfect, but perfect can become a bad practise |