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Daily and asking nothing
bats my wings
wearing blue every time. And now more than ever know that t
or laugh my crazy; and your eyes are the mirror where I look
...
bats my wings
wearing blue every time. And now more than ever know that t
or laugh my crazy; and your eyes are the mirror where I look
...
One day
One day, maybe soon ...
one day tear the anchor that holds my ship away from the sea.
A value that is required to be nothing, nothing but nothing, will release what seemed inextricably Serme next.
I cut, I tear down, break it, I will roll down.
Suddenly, spewing my modesty miserable, my miserable combinations and chains "following the thread & rdquop; hellip;
Henri Michaux