I don't want to go back outside
Of the light, illuminating the sky that cried
I've been waiting for the hollow
To be filled with what's been obstructed
There's an air made of glass
Which we have severed
Broken by misplaced possibility
I'll be tidy with the pieces of imminence
I swear to keep my wishless thinking.
Of the light, illuminating the sky that cried
I've been waiting for the hollow
To be filled with what's been obstructed
There's an air made of glass
Which we have severed
Broken by misplaced possibility
I'll be tidy with the pieces of imminence
I swear to keep my wishless thinking.
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