nobody knows whoyou are...
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.
how near or how far
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Saturday, March 22
Friday, March 21
Monday, March 17
They always walk together like they have no one else in the whole world
but they never hold hands, they never touch.
And they never smile, from the bottom of their hearts.
When I look into her eyes, I see nothing..
I'm wondering if she's frozen inside.
His eyes are cold and his voice is low when he talks to her.
I'm shouting: WHATTTTT? I CAN'T HEAR YOUUU.. LOUDER.. LOUDER!
but she hears and nods.
And they both turn around and walk away,
without holding hands.
Friday, March 14
یه حسی بهم میگه زیاد دور برندار بچه.. سرخوشیت زود گذره...
این آهنگ ِ رو خیییییلی دوست دارم
این آهنگ ِ رو خیییییلی دوست دارم
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Nine night of matter
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire of a confession
Fearless on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Fearless on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath
Stumbling a little
Stumbling a little
Sunday, March 9
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