quinta-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 1999

Never drunk

The bathroom when I’m drunk

Like the mountain to an eremite

Like a temple to a monk

Like a forest to a purist

It’s where faults are sunk

Where replay comes to mind…

Feels like thunder in pure daylight

The moment I realize the impact

Of my actions, when I was autopilot.

Although I can’t change my act

My soul is cleansed by right

In the sanctuary…

The holy bathroom…

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