For Jane
225 days under the grass and you know more than i
they have long taken your blood you're a dry stick in a basket is this how it works in this room?
the hours of love still make shadows when you left you took almost everything i kneel in the nights before tigers that will not let me be
what you were will not happen again the tigers have found me and
i
don't
care
Writer/s: Pujà Fasuà
