nbms Dell (20/10/1972 / Alexandria)
To see our eyes again,
Is to leave ourselves behind,
Like everyday since the beginning of salvation,
For everything started one day,
And today on this day,
Satisfaction begins to slip,
Slower and slower,
Into a point of absolute return.
For the week is only so long,
So lets mend these broken tides,
For the night is only so long,
So let us mend these broken tides.
to.. find ourselves.
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