Leave your hands to the begging of mine
and let me see them
Listen
the other side of love
are the ominous days of insanity
I see them
They are running on the paper of your hands
Black and white
They are running like tears and rimes
Like wet-paper poems
dark nights
dark days
My life
What's my life doing in your hands?
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
Leave your hands to the begging of mine
and let me see them
Listen
the other side of love
are the ominous days of insanity
I see them
They are running on the paper of your hands
Black and white
They are running like tears and rimes
Like wet-paper poems
dark nights
dark days
My life
What's my life doing in your hands?
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