sweet memories turn into dust
hit me every morning
sunrays really hurt
where used to be loving lust
is but a wrapped up body
a soul that's lost
as a glimmer reaches the poles
and the future, still unknown...
where used to be loving lust
is but a wrapped up body
a soul that's lost
hit me every morning
sunrays really hurt
where used to be loving lust
is but a wrapped up body
a soul that's lost
as a glimmer reaches the poles
and the future, still unknown...
where used to be loving lust
is but a wrapped up body
a soul that's lost
April 19 2014
© 2014 Matt Oehler
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