Letras de Consonants de Hot Cross
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One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored
by tattered lips, broken calls.
It's like you've run out on yourself.
Split between death, good fortune and a staggering breath.
A broken key for a faulty lock.
A fevered pray for a dying flock.
Like consonants without vowels.
Jagged tongue wag, incessant stones passed- other
hours merely forgotten.
It is with a dream and a heart that we proceed.
Not a thought to leave not another lifetime we need.
And though we may look behind; this visions seductive
glance, we will pick up our pride and loosen our