domingo, 26 de junio de 2016

Cut my hair.

Remember the time to come.
Feel free tightening your chains .
Make your guitar sound underwater.
Talk me through the eyes of your wrists.
Cut my hair.
Cut my hair.
Burn your flag in my garden.
The barn reach the required orbit.
In my bathroom there virgin blood .
The gnome in your ear always tells you .
Cut my hair.
Cut my hair.

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