01 iunie 2012


Look at the mess we made!
This is a miracle
Like falling from your treehouse
In a wintersleep
and waking up inlove all summerlong.

Don’t run
I promise  you the best days of your life.
Nothing is like anything you’ve seen
in the capital cities you’ve always dreamed at
Yes, the brightest lights come from my bad veins
It is the perfect colour of the loveblood.

How do I know?
Unfold this origami.
Watch out:
it’s slipping away...

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