perjantai 18. syyskuuta 2015


Freedom is always the one which
the reward will be in your hand,
when a man is looking for
the heart of a friend.
Too much is distressed
position charisma veil.
In the air begins to be
while too much of autumn,
and the romantic feel.
I stand back ground
such as a statue,
It adored Madonna.

After a miss too
many a broken heart.
For I am not prevail;
no, because I own
a hermit's heart.
I am of these words
with from my soul nourished,
too bountiful.
I am free to do
what I want, heart
Only too often
memories bone to bite gets.
It is now the moment
tomorrow will be somewhere
utopia sensation ignited.

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