25 d’octubre de 2007

Make peaks through the clouds

I count the hours they spend
Slowly cooked beans
Around me
Make peaks through the clouds

My dreams
Gold
The honey of your fingers
Among the broken skin
My tired body
My twisted mind
By the time
Tireless

Who sleeps on the pillow
Devil's ....

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