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• Artiste: Allison Crowe
• Titre: Crayon And Ink
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The Arctic surrounding my cold wooden room I don't think I've ever felt so warm These waters brought back to me What I reluctantly believed And I watched as the four corners gave way To the ice and the life and the death and the warmth And they were all joined together In that one instant I could feel you crushing me But I didn't want to remember What it felt like to be alive And still feel so cold In crayon and ink What I understood the least Were these words not spoken Out of fear, or the law of self-sacrifice And I never thought confirmation Would come into play And these words were never going to be On the tip of your tongue And I was locked in a place That I'd never seen before Without windows but With curtains hanging on the walls And I was forced to believe All I had I had to self-deprivate But I was proved wrong When you came back In a room filled with nothing This table looked away from me A kick to your foot, and a twist to your head And I saw that you were afraid But if you think that I was just being cold You don't know how scared I was Of what I know, what I know, what I know In crayon and ink What I understood the least Were these words not spoken Out of fear Or the law of self-sacrifice And I never thought that confirmation Would come into play And these words will never, ever ever And these words were never going to be on the tip of your...