| There is a train that passes the house that trembles and the sky bows brambles on the waiting and a chill runs along the back are years of shit maybe just a bruise life is passing in your heart that is is my body trembles to bend over your nerves are branches of canvas bones and a leaf is already dead not get more air to the head that matter to us? then who cares? much time passes and as the train passes go in another direction that no one will ever know matters us? then who cares? as the train passes and will there is a train that passes between the memories and turns back blood this evening sky and dives into the mud as I cream I remain in 'shadow drawn on canvas life is passing is your ass that shakes my body is drowning in a sea of \u200b\u200bwax crystal bones are die last leaf and the years of shit are just a bruise is in your heart that trembles is my body to lean on your nerves Canvas bones are branches and leaves are already dead not get more air to the head not matter that it's worth more than Starting not worth it I do not want to die between the ghosts of the moment I do not want to disappear among the ghosts of autumn I just want to sleep how does this fall 'summer already off in your eyes is extinguished as the train passes passing there is a train that passes us ... |
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