domingo, 21 de maio de 2017


you wanna be free?
so be free, my friend
free all caged birds
feed them all absurds
so they soar the sky
so high until blend
into cloud's white glee

flee, flee then, just flee
flee away from them
wings they beat, wings jerk
flying they aim turd
a shitstorm comes by
nothing goes as planned
when our thoughts fly free

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