Wednesday, “voilà c’est fini”.
“Voilà c’est fini” “On va pas se dire aurevoir, comme sur le quai d’une gare” “Clearly the song fitting the vibe, of the passed and the now. November 29th 2023, and 2024 knocking at the door” she said.
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2023
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A November time
“Each decade is a prime time, live it fully as you can ? Love is not far from hate. Hate is not far from Love. Do with what you’ve got now, in the here and now. Space is where others or, they took the rocket toward the moon. I have a delay in Saturn for...
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Orrh Monday. The first of October.
And action / Fiction Lyrics or Fiction “Slowly slowly , Wind and rain sound soothing me “ she said I should be in this city This place my opium Eating up my time and dreams Waking up with my phone in hand What is next, how will I spend the rest of the...