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Oct 2017
I have got no pockets
To put my hands in
They're freezing and hurting
And it's not what I mean

Should I keep on running
From perpetual cycle of petals in my
Rumbling disaster, darling,
That they call my mind

Both my eyes ever searching but
Have left on vacation now
I have been in a bed with girls
But I can't​ cheat on my thought of you, girl, anyhow

Tell me why should I worry
And conceal it in all those watery lines
I may not be controlling
Everything I rhyme

You're the wall and a door
You're a dream and the ruthless purest truth
There's a glory for every wolf
To howl on the moon

And when I told you I lost a half
Lost a person to whom my heart has gone
I told you you're the only one
That makes my blood run

She said I feel the same
That's when my heart was flying over dust
Just to drop when she clarified
That she felt it to the one she had loved
Kon Grin
Written by
Kon Grin  20/M/Uzbekistan
(20/M/Uzbekistan)   
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