It's nearing midnight as I fly thrust into a blood-red sun harsh reality splintering the glass and my dream of the breeze on a dark Dunkerque beach... Soaring high in the timeless mists clouded emotions rise once more those words by the river touch my soul bringing my body back to you once again as the clouds envelope my senses I see only you - fading sunflower's tearsBirth sign: Not entered
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