In the white room, with black curtains
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.
Ill wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.
Ill sleep in this place with the lonely crowd;
Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.
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Postat av: Anonym
tack för att du har börjat blogga igen.. då vet jag att du mår bra :) <3
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