Blog :: 27. Sep. 13, 16:04
When I run out of music
It's worse when I run out of music
and the silence grows white.
It is then I can hear those waves
of a black lake always present,
at the edge of "we never go there".
Dark waters with shiny eyes,
smiling back at me.
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