Cold and closed

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your eyes so wild
your lips cold and closed
and with your cigarette
you might revive the fire
but love was always a fragile kind of truth
life was always a fragile time for you

floating speech
except the words we need
and with some time
there might return the fire
but love was always a fragile kind of truth
life was always a fragile time for you

– Krakow loves Adana