What if clouds are plastic and people run in the streets blind and frosty, men are spots painted with sorrows women fall in love and stop looking for tomorrow? What if dreams you wear are never shown to the ones you care, stay locked on the lips and hide the thought because what is true is just not being a lot? Iíve never know if dreams live on clouds because They cut my wings and put me in boxes with deaf lauds.
today what if is just rejection.
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