What I meant

Away I am away

Distilled in a pond of madness

Silver ducks they jump

Several things come to my mind when i don’t think

Samurai in disguise 

No stories for petty artists

Our philosophers should be respected

Are we still waiting? 

Just fated to 

not succumb to the future

A curfew for the romantic ones

Oh stop it

Say something nice

You look pretty tonight

Say it

Grant authority to your emotions

They can’t betray you

I don’t know anymore 




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