these days are gone
that day will come
just watch the sun...kiss
better than that
old shoes
light thoughts
but you don´t understand
what I´ve been looking for
my only fear...is that I´ve changed you so much
so strange
I ride this wind...
but I feel strange
so quiet...like your servent
cutting the options
building the scene
so many things
obscene to try
I need some discipline
for my tongue
or dreams.
that´s my only charme
I´m just late...so late
here goes another secret.
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