sábado, 3 de março de 2018

Being spotted,
maybe an alcoholic
turning some powder intro a promisse.
hot or cold. 
A dot on a skyline, 
a true sensation of what you make me feel like...

The branches are rubing my skin 
no fear.. just a scar
on my forhead 
that's what you are.

A picture of you riding on the sky
let's listen to this tempo.

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