I m waiting for a spring
The spring of our feelings.
I'm tired 'couse of wings
And searching for the meanings.
I send the void for you
To not conform it to my life.
I'm searching for a true
for use it like a knife.
To be with you I habit
Afraid to stop the play.
Believe, I'm not a rabbit
And you are not a fake.
04.05.10
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