As the cold floor screams attention (determination......) I observe reactions with tears (......to make us see). Apologies for broken halo's and imperfection, broken wings mend. This fall (problems solve......).
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This fall where words vanish (......thoughts awake) and problems solve like fallen angels. A new concept (and coldness......). What keeps me seated (the winter of my heart), rooms warm with familiar voice.
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To the stairs with hands that pull, they find no resistance. Shirts ripped and tears, I have no time to choose my words, that break pictures and wet eyes.
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To keep my eyes open takes your faces (for you). This glass in my head (without a reason) resounds and echoes. With each dream that screams and dies, with each of your words my head looks up.
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This is all of you, I give all of me to you. Friends that keep dreams alive and raise me to the stars, to touch God and say, I'm sorry.
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From The Drain Of A.I.S.
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| Jairus |
