Will you carry these my worries?
If you do, will cease my mourning?
If anyway prey does fall in capture,
If you want, these tears will wash you..
Silently a shadow crawling,
Pearl cream of sky floats boring.
If you ask, I still have virtues.
Shall we turn to dreams scar tissues?
Iwannashout - Skin
© Copyright: Ольга Бестужева, 2014
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