luni, 10 februarie 2014

The letter

Hey you! You were on the run, with high hopes when you left this shit called city! I guess you were born to run! I hope you'll hit your borderline. Some spaces here have echoes of you. And I also hope there won't be any bad rain for you, you beautiful dangerous person. Cherish the day and remain a smooth operator. And when you feel like it, come back and fill some empty spaces you left.

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