Leaking Lights
Like the expression of a hounded stream
A separation made from the grey wind
Never a distance so close
Like a lymph vessel
Breathing on an imaginary surface
The surface of a girl
Whose hands melted as light presented itself to light
Or the surface of a boy
lost in the forest of love
or the surface of a poem
Or the surface of a draw
Or the conscience of a leaking light
Music: Former Crowns by Motile
(you can download the song from here)
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