Lucia Korn
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Traffic lights, making me blind, uncovering my weakness.
Showing the eyes and wrinkles of strangers crossing the street.
Big houses, junk food and taste of sweet lemonade.
Going upstairs and going downstairs.
You are the mirror to my loneliness..
The hollow places will cut my soul into two pieces and maybe return it back.
Only a tender hand on my shoulder can save me right now and wash away the dirt of the city..
..and turn it into gold.
Lucia Korn.
Showing the eyes and wrinkles of strangers crossing the street.
Big houses, junk food and taste of sweet lemonade.
Going upstairs and going downstairs.
You are the mirror to my loneliness..
The hollow places will cut my soul into two pieces and maybe return it back.
Only a tender hand on my shoulder can save me right now and wash away the dirt of the city..
..and turn it into gold.
Lucia Korn.