Eyes are searching. That image. One in between. Insatiable thirst. You don’t fool it. No matter how many parade in front. Faithful to its lack. You lull hope. You ask for miracles.
Eyes are searching. That image. One in between. Insatiable thirst. You don’t fool it. No matter how many parade in front. Faithful to its lack. You lull hope. You ask for miracles.