It´s my empty thoughts
that brings to memory
something that wasn´t thought.
I only see its reflection
though I Know, the shape is gone
it was already gone
from the moment
i thought about it
and so it is, and so it will be
a minha mente foge sempre
mas quero fugir a ela antecipadamente..
i was never in london :P
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