sábado, 19 de mayo de 2012


And night time when there is no light/ and pictures fall right off the walls,/ then someone laughs so big and bright/ Someone’s long hands grab for me/ And then a lady with green hair/ who looks at me so very sad --/ she was once a mother she swears./ She cannot bear the weight of pain/ (I press the thorns into my heart/ and then stop full of peace,/ and I will suffer every hurt/ it’s what is asked of me.) Emmy Hennings

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