Diaframma - Ultimo boulevard
The night road 🌙
Winds drunken with rain
Hearts speak to the thorns, 🌹 Stinging like childhood cries.
In this morning that severs the withered veins
I find lines I had lost And I find words I thought had been thrown on the water But they were the ones that found me....
The night road 🌙
Winds drunken with rain
Hearts speak to the thorns, 🌹 Stinging like childhood cries.
In this morning that severs the withered veins
I find lines I had lost And I find words I thought had been thrown on the water But they were the ones that found me....
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