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• Artiste: Fractures
• Titre: Turn/Rose
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The colours run, the dyes connect, they bleed into others The image forms, it paints a scene, we can't move forward A feeling comes, the pulse subsides, we turn into rubble So reconstruct what there were once was, and I'll pay for it Say what you wish, not sure what it accomplishes Paint an image indistinct, from what we're caught in What was said's nothing but some poor reflection of us Can't help but think the signal's weak Thank you for your time Keep my mind off, keep in mind Keep in mind that what was perfect wore Down to something formless Maybe a relief was coming Tension underneath now nothing It was all that it could be, all that it could be We're uncovered aren't we Were aligned but then it shifts We lose our grip No ill will on my part I hang on to sentiment Don't want to forget I concede we were muddled But you could see where the colour was When it breathed it seemed so safe Though it seems just another unfortunate ending I contest that it wasn't worthless like we left it And it was singular, and we were drawn through some attraction And we were elements, and we combined, and we combined There was a tenderness, though it defied our interaction We weren't pretending when, the light was low, we were alone