Barefooted we were running through dreams
As if we ran in the mud
Defeated dreams at the edge of a world are pulsing
Sometimes sad, sometimes mellow
The angels are struggling with their claws clung
Into us
Lonesome griefs betray
The glance...
Blood flowing from
Limbs
From memories here comes
The venom
Slowly for sleep my hands
Are aiming
It's night
And it's foggy...
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