Into the desert I shall go
Into that dry and deadly land
Where I can't find anything worthy
And out of boredom turn where I truly am.
When the clock stopped for the world one day
When you decided to hang on the cross
Suddenly all too human and pale
Then and there I went into the coma
Where we finally meet again.
White poem about...
© Copyright: Света Аленина, 2016
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