I'm sorry I've been wistful and half-hearted with my colouring in. All my yellows are pale and I'm sickly with my greens and I'm twisting brickstone red in my teeth until my gums bleed. I can't go out like this, it's unseemly and sort of tongue tripping over teeth; I'm losing pieces of myself in the living rooms of friends. It's a sideways glance I'm done dancing in-between. I'm so well dressed for someone with no sense of self but I'm slipping into being. I'm brimming at the surface of my skin; opening.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
