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martes, 21 de febrero de 2012

Before it

Butterflies flying inside me,
for no reason.
There are many, only one possesses me,
which I want to get rid of.

My bad spectrums must dissapear,
I'll keep the dark ones,
those that provoke my dreams.
Those that feed my passionate side.
Those that I love.

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