minutes pass stretching lines into my past people breath in and out right next to me closing hand burning thoughts like a photograph faceless frames of this life lose all shape and color and all this time the ground is rising a broken body can never move on i can see it clearly i was never here i can see it clearly i've been dead all these years paper thin counting marks that stain my skin lowered eyes pass the grid of my window screen tiled floorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
