(... a room.)
Hollow.
Beware, Jane.
And no, I can't stop thinking either.
I don't know why this reminds me of you.
From a secular son I don't seem to find anything,
I see the cornfields wearing the ocean apart.
Only white light borns from watching you,
For him you are a second coincidence.
There's no such thing.
The sun opens
its arms to
welcome
a
lie.
Hollow.
Beware, Jane.
And no, I can't stop thinking either.
I don't know why this reminds me of you.
From a secular son I don't seem to find anything,
I see the cornfields wearing the ocean apart.
Only white light borns from watching you,
For him you are a second coincidence.
There's no such thing.
The sun opens
its arms to
welcome
a
lie.
1 comentarios:
es como de darle muchas vueltas a un asunto?
como de pensar en algo/alguien sin llegar a nada?
es que me sonó a atar cabos, a pensar sobre situaciones y llegar a nada
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