Τετάρτη, 18 Απριλίου 2012

Grey light, new day leaks through the window






And on the way home I held your camera like a bible
Just wishing so bad that it held some kind of truth
And I stood nervous next to you in the dark room
You dropped the paper in the water
And it all begins to bloom

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