Broken man
Turns his thoughts into sand.
He will swim through the desert,
And he'll walk on his hands.
He could steal the moon nightly,
If that should be his plan.
Though he's sneaky in darkness,
He still finds the light grand.
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Every picture tells a story, sometimes we don't like the ending
sometimes we don't understand it.
sometimes we don't understand it.
