Remoteness
Remoteness
And the world disagreed
with its blood.
The wind blew away sanity and today we pull
against the riptide.
Time and space, wooden shacks,
flew in an unknown direction
and love lays on the image
of a moon tired of unfaithful loves.
And the world disagreed
with its blood.
The wind blew away sanity and today we pull
against the riptide.
Time and space, wooden shacks,
flew in an unknown direction
and love lays on the image
of a moon tired of unfaithful loves.
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