jueves, 28 de febrero de 2013


They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst
With all their lions, with all their might and all their thirst  
They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin 
Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors 
Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

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