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Sep 2019
My head lights get lit up
in unlikely moments and that's the fun
or did I see that blaze outside
the path could be lit up with blue eyes
All I know is I burnt with light
Burn bright, baby, burn bright.
Everything fits, nothing hurts

I saw a river crossing my days
Hot waters that gently, sweetly sway
It was milk and honey land
I saw somewhere I could grab
I saw for miles, the miles swallowed me back
I felt something, deep inside
It wasn't the actual thing, but
I knew it was the head lights firing up

And the head lights can be turned off quick
but in the same way (I tell you) they get lit
they throw ideas, they throw things
I have to process them, what they mean
is it that the head lights or just losing it?
not immune to the surrounding maze
their hot caress, their warm embrace
Head lights, will you save me from myself?
I am complete, it's you *******
who make me feel else...
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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