| THROWING SHAPES | |
| "Cold and controlled" | |
| Cold and controlled by THROWINGSHAPES You don't know where i've gone, you don't know where i've been. Traveling up stream with coffee and cream. your so cold and concieded. your silky skin ,it draws me in. floating on your aroma. cascadeing milk to swim and spin to drink anno maconna. condesending thin and feeling violence. unintended gaps of awkward silence. beware of stangers offering random acts of kindness.the rest is silence. This is to much wait to carry, gotta leave it be. all the baggage wieghs you down but it aint up to me. |
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