maybe,
I'm not made for this earth.
but
I feel I love this earth,
and everything in it.
I could maybe be made for this life;
but she's not made for me.
and everything is numb,
like I loved nothing.
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Trash of the Soul
Poésieversi liberi perché i sentimenti non si ordinano e foto di piccioni che vedo per la strada, solitamente morti.
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maybe,
I'm not made for this earth.
but
I feel I love this earth,
and everything in it.
I could maybe be made for this life;
but she's not made for me.
and everything is numb,
like I loved nothing.
