nobody bleeds
cause the rivers have run dry
the fishes swim aimlessly in the night
sleep has one eye on the television
only your heart catapults into my soul
someday i will not look into the mirror
someday i will burn the pages of my reason
someday the moon will echo only the only the songs of dust
till then i will preserve your heart
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