Four Hours
14 March, 2013
Author: Mental
first four hours
i'll tell you what to fear
next four only silence
you will hear.
next four no sleep tonight
next four all is still
i will comfort and i will stir
drink it all in and get your fill.
i'll hide you from all the hours
i'll blindfold your senses too
you'll drink my thoughts of emotions
we'll become one when we were two.
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taboo (71.68.228.189) -- Thursday, February 20 2014, 03:27 am so taboo like my name, chills. |
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