Thursday, December 10

original sin..

A dream will fly
The moment that you open up your eyes
A dream is just a riddle
Ghosts from every corner of your life

Up in the balcony
All the Romeos are bleeding for your hand
Blowing theater kisses
Reciting lines they don't understand
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now it's your turn to talk.

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