Unconseousness...
dreams in a passionate disguise,
where only your eyes appeal...
no boundary’s to stop me in my dreams,
everything that was ever wanted is possible..
my dreams,
where only you play the main corrector..
all fantasy’s can become real...
what do you want,
what dreams do you want to make real...
perfect fantasy’s,
that find an open door to fur full it’ self...
delusional story's that seem so nice to believe in..
disbelieve able imperfections,
that dreaming makes go away...
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written by crow.
15- 08- 07
where only your eyes appeal...
no boundary’s to stop me in my dreams,
everything that was ever wanted is possible..
my dreams,
where only you play the main corrector..
all fantasy’s can become real...
what do you want,
what dreams do you want to make real...
perfect fantasy’s,
that find an open door to fur full it’ self...
delusional story's that seem so nice to believe in..
disbelieve able imperfections,
that dreaming makes go away...
copyright protected,
written by crow.
15- 08- 07
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 september 2007 | ||
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