April 7, 2009
I've got sunspots in golden trustfull eyes with the forecast of a traincrash of fireworks in the sky.
A star of the night-time this is all i am, and this wont be the last time, i need you here.
Breathing fire into virgin lungs without any flames its the desire to long and to feel thats scorched my chest and consumed me in fear.

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