sobota, 29 października 2011

Felt riot, touch gas. A key.





I had a dream. There was her in it. And a boy, a son of the local poet. He was warm and he gave me strenght. I feel him all day. I need him all day. I wonder if I can do some magic. If magic from dreams works.

Need a sign.


PS. Magic from dreams doesn't work. 




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