Whisper me a broken nothing.
Ashell of a wooden box laced with crystal clear nothing.
I'm not warm at night, wishing for everything.
I'm not warm at night, jealous of its breathing, jealous of its goneness and unalike.
Awake all night listening to where i can't go.
Ashell of a wooden box laced with crystal clear nothing.
I'm not warm at night, wishing for everything.
I'm not warm at night, jealous of its breathing, jealous of its goneness and unalike.
Awake all night listening to where i can't go.
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