what is that
Jueves, 13 de agosto de 2009
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And all I do,
is break the wall with thoughts.
You’re still laying around,
bad jokes withouth enthusiasm.
And I’m you,
but lost from this point,
fears to love the night.
What would be,
when nothing is standing still,
words can’t calm my soul.
And dreams come true,
but nightmares kick ahead.
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