| I've got a head full of nonsense, but I seem sensible. I am nice, and it's all truth. I've got a mind made of words and colours. I will create until the end of time. I am not a photographer, I like to capture moments for my own personal desire. I am not a writer, I just scribble down the rhymes from my mind. |
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I need a place that's hidden in the deep.
Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep.
Though all the world is broken.
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This broken city sky like butane on my skin
stolen from my eyes
Hello Angel, tell me where are you
Tell me where we go from here
Have a good one!
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This broken city sky like butane on my skin
stolen from my eyes
Hello Angel, tell me where are you
Tell me where we go from here
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