the days are rolling on very slowly,
nothing realy seem to stick on me anymore...
like my skin was made of teflon
& everything just slowly slides of.
i'm lonely, & the nights are just turning colder & gray
it's this time of year when i wish i could sleep for half a year
& wake up to smell the dead flowers breath in again.
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