The Cut Deepens

We transmit, dont speak in the tongues heathen,
Lungs bleed the essence of sleep as the cut deepens.
Gatecrashing your dreams in a blood sequence,
You wake with your face a vision of stunned grievance.

( Alix Perez — The Cut Deepens (feat. Foreign Beggars) )

дядь Миша


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