Another Bag full of empty histories and your face opened to write another book.
Erased pencils missing in the colours of your Eyes are moving swiftly beneath the static Face.
The beat of words in your wooded Heart is trying to escape into your Hand...
Let them jump into my Bag of Tears and transform into another forgotten richness which shines in the golden Absence
A penny for every Tear that you give...
Music : Optimist - Zoe Keating
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