My lungs are on fire with the words I cannot say.
screaming in my mind
Their heads hang like hinges in this barren wasteland.
The end
is not coming
we must wait another hundred years.
Throbbing to my fingers -
There is no use.
Time is up.
My lungs are on fire with the words I cannot say. screaming in my mind Their heads hang like hinges in this barren wasteland. The end is not coming we must wait another hundred years. Throbbing to my fingers - There is no use. Time is up. |
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