Dreams falling apart like dead skins from dry lips. The end is the same. Either you break or you bleed.
Like an island lost at sea waiting for a ship to sail by. So that it could convey a message to the other worlds.
Not that it cared. Whether he wept or smiled.
Sunshine or rain.
He wished for a tomorrow with an open door.
For a key to another look back.
Like an island lost at sea waiting for a ship to sail by. So that it could convey a message to the other worlds.
Not that it cared. Whether he wept or smiled.
Sunshine or rain.
He wished for a tomorrow with an open door.
For a key to another look back.
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