Thoughts are moving like a hurricane approaching the land
The full moon on the blue sky calls me to wish me away
The shallow of the sea invites me on a pleasant trip
The calling of the wind moves me in my dreams
But my hands
But my legs
But my heart
Doesn't want
My hands are tied with the heaviest chain, made in instance from the strongest fire
My legs are standing paralyzed, not even slightly moving from the point
And my heart... My heart?
I .... think I don't have a heart anymore.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
Thoughts are moving like a hurricane approaching the land
The full moon on the blue sky calls me to wish me away
The shallow of the sea invites me on a pleasant trip
The calling of the wind moves me in my dreams
But my hands
But my legs
But my heart
Doesn't want
My hands are tied with the heaviest chain, made in instance from the strongest fire
My legs are standing paralyzed, not even slightly moving from the point
And my heart... My heart?
I .... think I don't have a heart anymore.
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