sexta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2016

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It's Ice and It's cold, 
Soft and bold
Shines like gold
But it's already sold.



I remember hear the ocean, I remember looking back thousand of times to the waves, hearing the whispers of the wind shouting out your name. My eyelashes stuck on my cheeks full of tears, the blood crawling back to my arms, the air feeling up my lungs again . Crazy back again on feet.


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