I want to be cuddled
into the arms of the night
I give up in this fight
don't want to open my eyes
nor pronounce any more lies
nor a sigle word
or do I?
Hold me tight
mother night
hold me tight
in this final fight
paisajes de la mente / inquieta e inconciente / de esa que alucina / con mundos incoherentes
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