*** (to Laura)
You golden blemish on the lead of life,
a life of mud from opened seas
and how a lot of many stars
are darker than abyssal black
From so many left sides into which
my life could be
I tell you it is easier to weep
than see
a life of mud from opened seas
and how a lot of many stars
are darker than abyssal black
From so many left sides into which
my life could be
I tell you it is easier to weep
than see