domingo, 5 de março de 2017


Three cats where coming in my directions that night, my sight was not right. I thought I was blanking out, but it was my fault I left yout out. I called her name three times in a row but only a man appeared old as the time to tell me to continue my dream. 'Keep dreaming my child' I lift my eyes and all the treats were keep becoming true, all the magic was my magic, little treats only for me. Every finger knows it's truth. ↟

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