You,the butterfly of the sky, see the flood below the forecast of the storm. The sky is roaring with waves, the feeling of disaster.What sleep does the watchful sleep get, the orphan's care.Thinking of a false hope, I was in a daydream in which ear. I am not crazy, I say I love you, in the glory of a thousand sacrifices. Go. As far as you go, you will see me in the shadows.
©xavier11
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