Life isn't reaction, not even close to perfection,
But sometimes, in the heat, inside
your eyes, I can barely see, all
the things that make you glide
Sliping mind
Whispering eye.
Talk to me.
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- Petr Ugarska
- I'm death and I'm blind. With my own two hands I glide. I can fell it in the back of my mind. Whispers to me, something in this land, I don't know what are this voices of sand.
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