Caviar en la nottewhat will happen at the stroke of four?
M i n d j a z zYou cannot foresee when you’ll reach yourself.M i n d j a z z
Firstly, I'm rather unaware of who I am. Then the trip begins.
In languid wind, in gale, through detour - as I wish -.
No. As I can.
Colourful. Everything is colour, colour spinning, colourful love, colourful wills, colours in mind, so many, so painfully real, that I cry. Wills on the spur of the moment. Frames I feel I’ll fulfill some time. Places.. Dreamy-vu.
The light is ashen, the light is ashen and the air is all wistful.
I am being brought round to agree with your perspective on life. I’ll explain
Delighted
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