Chiar daca toamna se sfarseste, pentru mine va ramane pentru totdeauna.
Red
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I cut through my chest and pry it open with ashen nails
Let it bleed out on cotton sheets
Isn't that poetry?
Dipping your fingers in the thick of it
And draw...
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