January time is not on my side
That's the weight of
I will walk no more
On the shore
Where we wandered
Then
In the
You reached the bottom of my heart
With one single lethal
Yellow
Against the desert
Blue
Against the sky
Green
Against the fields
White
Ag
If I was a planet I would be the moon
If
It´s not a thing
It´s alive
It´s not a plant
Though it often
Little platform
Dwindling to love
You look so pale and so white
Little
Judith Morelle:
Take my hand
And join in the dance
Dive into the
Fake lips, fake smile
Poor poor Pam, poor poor Pam
Fake breasts,
Sad
Sad
To remind a life that never shone
Sad
Sad
The nest is empty
Seeded by chance on a fertile ground
We were born too
You are the light,
the circle,
the ring,
the grave
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