he lights his fire on words
his silence is forged by ice
his future will beg for colours
water sealed it will swim
from words to your lips of call
to a word to just any at all
he chains his twilight with heart
tortures the heated bird
lets it die in its candle flight
lower its burden in death
from words to you lips of call
to a word to just any at all
his silence is forged by ice
his future will beg for colours
water sealed it will swim
from words to your lips of call
to a word to just any at all
he chains his twilight with heart
tortures the heated bird
lets it die in its candle flight
lower its burden in death
from words to you lips of call
to a word to just any at all
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