| The wind plays flute through the cellar door and on my window sill plays a sad old song I hope tonight you will touch my hair and draw ghosts on my back Walk the shore to impossible shout at screaming waves shout at silent rocks I think tonight I'll dream of salty tounges so tears drips down my legs -the ghosts you draw on my back by múm |










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"Hiding the tears in my eyes,'cause boys don't cry."
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Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish.
Quintilian, De Institutione Oratoria
In a mad world only the mad are sane.
Akira Kurosawa (1910 - 1998)
and haha, don't worry about it if you can't!
ifly!! X3
Though, I don't really have much to put on it... so for now, it's empty.
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