Sadness
Crying in the night is like sleeping
is like living in the kitchen
is the reflex of million broken pieces
there is no more time for time
tomorrow they can eat us
tomorrow they can carry us
you can take me faraway
other galaxy
other words
other magic…
crying in the night is like sleeping
is like living in the kitchen
is the reflex of million broken pieces
posted by Mujer robot @ 9:49 a.m.
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