final lock
lead coat
death poem writer's block
sorrow wed tone and black sands
hands tied
sank like an anchor
attached to a tidal wave
ride the fates
black porcelain
holding strange water
having absorbed
the nightsun
dark pearlescent inlay
of nocturnal seashells
collected from the inlet
in the village of Zhumyhu
an angel touched my face
now i can't feel
i can never heal
growing weaker
below and beyond nothing
rain on the leafs
calling my skin
ten or eleven
by the river, wherever
Негізгі бет Музыка By the river, wherever
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