Between breathing bodies
A living corpse
Don't know since
She hears her screams
And in the dark grave of existence
It goes down quietly.
She hears her screams And in the dark grave of existence It goes down quietly. you hear your own screams.. intense loneliness you are expressing dear dr. shakira. good expressions dear shakhira, tony
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'Between breathing bodies A living corpse' - what a vivid description, in just six words! Amazing, to say the least!