Jan 10, 2013

'portishead - the rip' inspired

when she looks into your eyes
the room is filled with gentle winds
and shining sounds disappear
in the emptiness of violet fields
her cold touch could be in your dreams
but you're standing on the edge of an abyss
no feelings and no fears
just whisper's dying on your lips

by Anna Orlova

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