Sunday, May 30, 2004

What would you do with a gun to my head?

A kiss the air blows to your cheek?
or a cry to the heavens?


No.


I would ask of something to you,
before the death of a loved one.
Take that trigger to me,
and release me from the world.

Put me where I was born to go,
Me ha metteto con lei.

Dear,
You.





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