i was supposed to be at home,
but i'm standing in the shadow of the evening
holding hand of something evil.
red fine lights and corridors,
i split the wall and then I find it somehow different,
it has something more than meaning.
would you like me to return?
would you like me to draw a picture
of the sun and a small tall building?
-
Lines won't give us all their hands
and signs are almost dead
i only have to say:
I won't
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Draw the place you wanna stay,
and I hope
it would become our home one day
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