Wings of my dream broken
In a throat stuck soul scream
I don't much strong to woken
And I lost my mind's beam.
But my heart remains still open
Emitting the flame stream
And sometimes I can feel forgotten
Look like picture in old screen.
I need hurry to find my totem
Before thoughts become unclean...
26.02.2017 4:58 pm
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