The Ghost Of your Soul
The ghost of your drunken soul is haunting me.
The ghost I see in your eyes, the cold I seized in your breath.
I still keep searching through the rays of the sun, but your dark blanket
covers all my bravery and all of my fears.
Deers*
posted by Manu Under Her Skirt | 01:16
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si no hemos alguna vez abrazado un fantasma, podriamos decir que hemos vivido?
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