i dream for the resty place, the peacefull one where juice is your only suffer. Talking are beneath her tender lips… the one who are just smiling. I know it’s somewhere, hidden behind the crasyness of reality. One of my step is allready in there, the other one wants to join him… and then, she will be there.
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