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Dec 2013
my crooked fingers
can't play that trivial guitar in the corner of the pale yellow room
there are 4 walls and the door always seems to be closed

bruises and scars make me recollect
the moment when i could feel you
and i could feel it
and then i took a step back after taking one forward
and i wish it would disappear
those cursed scars and bruises.

and i want to drive there,
but i can't find my keys
so can you come so i can feel you
and i can feel it?
this *****.
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