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Saturday, November 5, 2011

...
From above we'd cut a slow eight shape
And much more

I'm folded in the bread you made
You're cold until my body bathes
You in the heat I kept aside
All these days.

I'm not afraid of anything even time
It'll eke away at everything
But we'll be fine
...

2 comments:

Lioness Without A Pride said...

Snow Patrol. This song paints the vividest pictures in my mind, always.

Nostalgic said...

Mesmerizing lines :)