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alreemo Apr 2014
If you see with your heart , your eyes do not become meaningless .
alreemo Apr 2014
where am i at this night ?

I explore in the  pockets of the night ..

and i hangout without myself and i don not know where  i am  ?

the countenance  was dispersion between light and dark alleys ..

so i  have stayed without my self  on swings ,but the swings where not any swings.

— The End —