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vineri, 28 mai 2010

Heart Beat

Inside the darkening room
Inside this tiny black room
Between too many cluttered memories
I can hear the heartbeat
I can hear the beating of my heart

Behind the closed door
Beneath the sloping timbers
Between the dust and the dirt
I can hear the heartbeat
The beating of my heart

Above the books,
Above the magazines
Between the missing stories
I can hear the heartbeat
I can hear the beating of her heart

Beside the broken dolls
Beside the empty pram
Beyond the small, small cries
I want to hear my heartbeat
I want to hear the beating of my heart

Through the keyhole darkly
The eye of all things past
Of whom I can never become
I cannot hear my heartbeat
I cannot hear my heartbeat

Listen for a heartbeat
Listen for a heartbeat
Listen for her heartbeat

- by Cold

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