Youth.
Things I said in the past have no meaning in the future.
What comes in the future does not reflect my past.
The word meaning have no meaning anymore.
Look at me with your bare hands.
Touch me with sound
Define me with your mind.
Finger touching.
Dancing away with my secrets.
( Poem: Maria Lim).
What comes in the future does not reflect my past.
The word meaning have no meaning anymore.
Look at me with your bare hands.
Touch me with sound
Define me with your mind.
Finger touching.
Dancing away with my secrets.
( Poem: Maria Lim).
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Postat av: Alexander
Det er meget smukt..
Postat av: Maria Lim
Hej Alexander! Tak.
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