Paint me a sky that meets the fishes in between.
Play me a song that reminds you of the melting moon into the sea.
Off the bed,
pack your bags,
we just gotta leave.
Don’t ask me where,
follow me break into the spree..
I’ll take you over,
where our dreams turn real.
ABSINRAW
Parallel Perspectives | Senseless Rantings | Different, Little Things

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