I walked through the garden of my soul
and noticed it’s weeds have outgrown
It’s flowers
the blossoms suffocated
Under the vines of foreign invaders
I could feel the shaking and screaming
My spirit crying to be released
One cut
One kiss with the shadow that shares my bed
One ***** of the finger on the spindle
One sigh
One light at the end of the tunnel
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 11:23 PM UTC
I walked through the garden of my soul
and noticed it’s weeds have outgrown
It’s flowers
the blossoms suffocated
Under the vines of foreign invaders
I could feel the shaking and screaming
My spirit crying to be released
One cut
One kiss with the shadow that shares my bed
One ***** of the finger on the spindle
One sigh
One light at the end of the tunnel
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