Enero 2008
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Spade
The beauty spot was borrowed Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow I’m a confession that is waiting to be heard Burn your empty rain down on me Whisper your death beats so softly We bend our knees to the altar of my ego You drained my heart, and made a spade But there’s still traces of me in your veins You drained my heart, and made a spade But there’s still traces of me in your...