Oh, this rain;
why can't it be inside (me) this room
and cover my body with movement
why can't it be inside (me) this room
and cover my body with movement
But this speak of touch
is only thoughts...
Nothing more.
[I am Solitude]
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Mycket vackert. Gillar särskilt det avskilda jaget och den följande rumsliknelsen.
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