You make me –
walk the streets
late night and dreams
as hours pass-on by…
while your words
stare at me.
walk the streets
late night and dreams
as hours pass-on by…
while your words
stare at me.
Who are you
to criticise
standing behind
that plate of glass –
because lie’s
and fragments
don’t shine….
to criticise
standing behind
that plate of glass –
because lie’s
and fragments
don’t shine….
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