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Sep 2014
Pour coffee into my throat
Make my heart become black
Let my mind get sour

It doens't make sense
At all
Does it?

Time's getting heavy
It slows down with every second
Thoughts are soaking into skin
Consciousness is drifting away

I'm far away from you
*And from myself
Czarek Kortylewski
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Czarek Kortylewski  Poland
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