Anniversaire
Every Line of Your Hand
There’s a moment,it haunts like a verse,of a sonnet yet to be heardfrom your sweet voice.Every line of your hand was a way,I could follow,right with the raininto your skin.I want to take you apartyou are a lost work of artthat I’ve just found.Let all the measurable thingsbe cursed and cast in the sea,to sink and drown.‘Cause we don’t need to rememberhow every day of December killed us,how every crack made us colder,how every hour made us oldand nameless.Don’t turn away now;don’t run away now. Letras de cancionesIt’s easy to do.Don’t dread the headwinds,they sweep this way to cleanse;to make us new.
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