Nicola-Isobel H · Feb 24, 2011
Without The Sky

We waste away the day,
Dying on the floor,
With our music,
In the background,
We're only dying,
Dying on the floor,
Because nothing matters,
Without the sky

©Nicola-Isobel H.      24.02.2011
 
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