Spaced - Poem by André Lopes
I got lost looking trought the vortex of lost souls,
now im haunted by strange faces in strange places.
ghosts look thought my window,
they are dancing outside over a ice lake
trowing ashes at the air and laughing.
ill just go fast towards a white neon waterfall
where my reflection baths in incense and brightness.
an old lady dressed in feathers told me to let it go,
to search only for a dolphin screaming in the desert
because he was the only one who could help me.
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