| Why am I last one to read... |
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Why am I the last one to read
I do not know the names of 260 husbands
And I do not know why reflection of wounds is by sisters |
What was I searching for
In the gallery of deception
Ripping pages of completly
Quiet madness
And kissed your scars
In the bloody tavern I’ll wait
For the girl with grey eyes
In the coldness of spring
With my 11 fingers
Nor I know them
Neither they know for blemish or evil
Cause I was bareheaded hush up
Vulgary concealed
Under the blue hand of drummer
Untouched verses
Stolen world
Archibishop dropped to look around
Mistakes into bonfire to put
Violence built on water
On witch side of stains
Face and mouth should I put
Palms of hands
Blood plasmas
| Why am I last one to read... |
|
Why am I the last one to read
I do not know the names of 260 husbands
And I do not know why reflection of wounds is by sisters |