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Feb 2017
Roaming round the hallways looking surreal
With your vampire face and ice-cold gleam
When your sensitive skin feeds your will to live
The spleen follows you home

Blame it on them for your childish ways
Your taste for gloom and frantic chase
She came to you for your heydays
Told you there is more to come

I wonder if she keeps a little garden
With weeds and a fairytown
She'll ask you to lay her body down
Once alive and once underground

He says Β«I was so clean when I felt dead
Real life is dirt, I needed stains
Please run with me the day will pass
You'll be my first and I'll be your lastΒ»

Come on laughing in waves the children of war
Broke into a room and slept on the floor
Her head on your chest, she felt your heart twitch
We're all the same age, oh but which?

Take your aching head to the countryside
To be reminded that the world is wide
And neverending for you shiny maniac
I'm not scared of dying, I'm afraid I'll come back
January 2017
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Heleli  23
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