prisoner of your love, in a cage a meere canary
purple universe beyond of constelations, casiopea
open the cage door to let my fly, through the valley, into the forest, to the lake
warm breeze, caresses the poppie flowers
tenderness, affections i crave, i select
tere are many trains in waterloo stations, ive missed many
ive lost many battles in life
what in essence are we fighting for, maybe we just fight, but what
what is at the bottom of the black hole
what is it worth, more that a momment flying with iccarus
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