it has flown the seven seas of the unknown
it slipped over the greenest, thickest grass 3 days ago
it flew over the highest skies right after
it touched the moon of lust last night
to find you to love, pick it up,
it slipped over the greenest, thickest grass 3 days ago
it flew over the highest skies right after
it touched the moon of lust last night
to find you to love, pick it up,
the nose-broken paper plane.
28/1/96
28/1/96
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