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Jun 2015
it is getting worse and oh so bad
nights get longer and insomnia
she keeps me awake like the cold
biting finger bones and blue lips

the dark circles swallow my eyes
into a back hole greeting my heart
with the music of all forsaken souls

if eyes could bleed I would be dead
look closely 'cause they speak of truth

bones shall remain as I kiss you goodbye
Written: June 17. - 2015
Clindballe
Written by
Clindballe  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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