Clark Anne – Letras de The Haunted Road
Álbum: The Law Is an Anagram of Wealth
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Your body is the shoreline
sometimes I am the sea
clinging desperately
feeling all the contours
Ebbing away
pulled by the tides
- the moon
and digital clocks
sensitive to nothing
Parting hours -
time falls through our fingers
like sand.
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