We starve, look
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening to the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tune
Simply me...
- ~Pokus~
- Lyckeby, Sweden
- What's there to say? I'm all me =) And I'm great at it!
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