Δευτέρα, 5 Ιουνίου 2017

scrap.book_64.txt

26.2.2016

WITHOUT YOU

I'm broken and alone
tired and infected
in love and renounced
forgiven and forgotten

and i'm cold, very cold
so cold i could beg you
for mercy

But you aren't here
Only death is here

Rotten apples
mouldy bread and

anguish in every breath



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