Wednesday, December 10, 2025

my eyes are closed but i can see you

in oil painting detail

i’ve lost my lungs but i still breathe you

goosebumps, eucalyptus and camphor

winter girl, let me melt into you

don’t know where i am or where i’m going

or where that music is playing from

but i’ve got a seventh sense

and i know your soul

i can feel it glowing like amber

angel, wrap me in your wings

take me back home

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