In my heart
your heart ?
Who is mirroring my thoughts ?
Who lends me this un-rooted passion ?
Why are my clothes changing colour ?
Everything is a crossroads !
why does this slime look so starry ?
Brother, are you you or am I I ?
And these cold hands,
are they his ?
I see myself in sunsets & a swarm
of people wanders through my heart...
your heart ?
Who is mirroring my thoughts ?
Who lends me this un-rooted passion ?
Why are my clothes changing colour ?
Everything is a crossroads !
why does this slime look so starry ?
Brother, are you you or am I I ?
And these cold hands,
are they his ?
I see myself in sunsets & a swarm
of people wanders through my heart...
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