El tercer poemilla en ingles, correcciones ortograficas en los comentarios plz =P
Twisting into selfishness
Clip my wings
Bending, Blinding
Turning into something scentless
Untouchable & Hurting like hell
And I feel like I can blow up my head
Dozen times, million times
And there is no Security Belt
There are no fingers pushing you into
Just Insipid glasses
Faceless Pictures
Screaming phrases
Unhanding pieces
A funny side of pain
Of lifelines brooked up behind
Timeless moments
Twisting into nowhere places
Muting it all.
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