Ahead / Yaro

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in the mouth the taste of baked earth
dry skin with autumn leaves

eyes down deep
air oxygen lungs

filled with fear
I die so close to you

You don't odor pine.
You drive distant in a fast car

My home without a roof
I won't turn back the time
I'm on my knees.

Dust and Memoirs by Knowledge
I'm sinking ships burning bridges

There's not adequate between us

I'm asking a fewer questions.
I don't want to know the answer.

Make sense make sense
♪ In the mediate of nowhere ♪

I immerse hope

Nobody's coming.
Have a heart even in your pocket
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