Feeding Ghosts by Adrian Exile
Nameless by Miruna Poienaru Feeling sleepy ... Rows run easily, without essentially One verse is playing pasienta And you dance with lacks of consistency. Musical story by Miruna Poienaru One step, two steps, followed by a shadow ... On a deserted street ... I walked. I walked into guitar sound That comes from a window. Sad sound ... but alert As an adolescent love, Hear this little concert How gets increasingly slower. I sat close, On a bench hidden from the sun. And my shadow glides on eyelids, Mixed with tears, love, pain. I felt the soul struggles Please, find some following notes ... But guitar stopped without repeating, Story with little regret. |
OldSchoolNostalgia by Adrian Exile
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