When my name is night,
the taxi is not here, I walk to my house,
trying to write that what I want.
searching for new lyrics in the empty
English dictionary, is
only my wish to know
-when the moon really light my road?
In the hole of the ants,
where I was thinking my home is,
I found ancient bottle
full with the spirit of your last thought.
.enter ur feelings. forest is locked inside them. branches...
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.enter ur feelings.
forest is locked inside them.
branches are d thoughts…
7 years ago