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Sabtu, 06 Oktober 2012

sleeps with butterflies

Airplanes
Take you away again
Are you flying above where we live?
Then I look up, a glare in my eyes
Are you having regrets about last night?
I’m not, but I like
The rivers that rush in
So then I dove in
Is there trouble ahead for you, the acrobat?
I wan't push you, unless you have a net.

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