Aug 2014
He sat on the table
With sadness in his hand
He put it in his pocket
And he lit a cigarette
Not even half asleep
But also not dead yet
He fought his thoughts
In the sound of heavy air
With sadness in his hand
He put it in his pocket
And he lit a cigarette
Not even half asleep
But also not dead yet
He fought his thoughts
In the sound of heavy air
(Poland)
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