Flash #6

I’m sleeping with ghosts, running with shadows. Out of the ash and into the dirt, I rise like the water and float on clouds. Up and down, I’m dancing on happiness. Who would have known that I can feel like that? A free bird flying across the desert.

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Placebo – the bitter end

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