People are Strange
I adore The Doors
And the keys
Of course
That’s all because
Of the words from the bleeding lips
And the noise from the raining nose
Even though those deep eyes
Are squeezing
Never count how much did you breathe inside out
Count the moments took away your breathing
December,26th
2011
New York->San Francisco
Hairport
© Copyright: Анна Стессель, 2012
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