I believe, as fast asleep,
my soul, flews away,
enjoying sight-seeing,
at random spot,
which is,
far,
step ahead from me.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
I believe, as fast asleep,
my soul, flews away,
enjoying sight-seeing,
at random spot,
which is,
far,
step ahead from me.
Its just one of my fictional brain computing, sharing my thought.
Yet "Deja Vu" far more away to explains.
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