I turn to ice. Turn to dreams
I'm an ecstatic form of your presences
I am shadow. Projected to your disappearances
I am a liquid. I will fill you in once you're dry
I turn to ice. Turn to dreams
Turn to a machine. Turn to lies
I breathe illusions
Baby, I see the sun in midnight
Baby, come home
I'm losing function.
28.11.06
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