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Death Near the Jet Stream Clouds
Dark red blood
Gurgled out
Of my arteries
My arms were
Cold and numb
My last breath
Saw your stoned eyes
No stare
But a true sad calm
As we fell from very high
@ 'Poetica de Insanire'
Gurgled out
Of my arteries
My arms were
Cold and numb
My last breath
Saw your stoned eyes
No stare
But a true sad calm
As we fell from very high
@ 'Poetica de Insanire'
