die letters I was burning in the paper .. Kills the dreams, desires, forces to fight ... :
And then you prop up the remains and laugh ... laugh and your mouth go pink butterflies traveling to the remote land of my stories.
Still screaming that I can be a princess of this devastation and your forehead. I open my eyes, I see you wanting a little peace.
Your laugh and sing and come back to laugh.
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