01-13-2016, 12:56 AM
By the window,
a child wakes from the light.
Stirring on his mattress,
he watches the walls of his room
live & die
live & die
from the strange electric glow,
still dancing in rhythm
to the hiss of the city night.
a child wakes from the light.
Stirring on his mattress,
he watches the walls of his room
live & die
live & die
from the strange electric glow,
still dancing in rhythm
to the hiss of the city night.
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