The disconnection
In a word full of mouths, a closer star,
the dependence
becomes
a kindly light.
In a shotgun filled with blood, an uncontrolled mind,
the frailty
becomes
the darker son.
I am open, there are three big exits,
but there is just one small entrance
into
the
everlasting gaze.
the dependence
becomes
a kindly light.
In a shotgun filled with blood, an uncontrolled mind,
the frailty
becomes
the darker son.
I am open, there are three big exits,
but there is just one small entrance
into
the
everlasting gaze.
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On a plain of anoymity
I see a face,
only half hidden.
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