Sun


When the earth can’t slip the tears, 
I think that you are raining... 
When the window is full of drops, 
Its blurred glass makes me sick...
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Wanted to be the tissue for your tears, 
And I was, I know that I was...
But I couldn’t be the tissue for your blood, 
And that’s why I have clouds on my world...

2018.

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