A free word in a flock of a bird - loses its identity, freedom is a small thing for the open gates of a crazy heart. Knowledge is overestimated in the battle of minds, tricks pale in the sunny hand of powerful gorillas. Empty eyes absorb the dust of stupid legs, I knew you had become zombie these days, free your spirit from scary chains.
,I kicked the ball into the window of your soul, broken glass - the dreams break down in the abstract restaurant of annoying care. Clouds cover the void of eagle claws - they used old wounds, in a bronze bowl of honor - anarchy of emotions holds speech in the valleys of happy wolves.
The trade mark of smart fool speaks the language of the universe - Silence is a golden rule of inspiration and sales, but poetry is just an attack. I got the best grade from a life school, I play by my wonderful rules of creative energy - the rain angels played with me.
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