Where are you? Black and blue, hand-me-down kind of love. Blood surrounds like a glove.
Mysteries, hidden deep underground with the dead words that drown — in your breath.
Could you please make it breathe like a pain in the chest? Let the rain soothe the rest.
Clumsy feet carry me far too close to the truth — that I chose to bury you.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN