The Fantasy Of Text
Monday, 18 May 2015
Setting Sun...
The punches and blows
Will hit you so slow.
And when you've hit the ground.
You'll rise like the setting sun.
You can’t look left.
And there's nothing right.
And looking forwards is just not in sight.
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