Jun20
Gris
Gris, como cuando te repites, y te repites, y te repites, y te repites #aaa #555 #111 [ a s í ]. En esos tonos de gris. Diagonal del gris.
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a pillow of winds
A cloud of eiderdown
Draws around me
Softening a sound.
Sleepy time, and I lie,
With my love by my side,
And she's breathing low.
Draws around me
Softening a sound.
Sleepy time, and I lie,
With my love by my side,
And she's breathing low.
