THE BROKEN MIRROR The little man who sang constantly the little man who danced in my head the little man of youth broke her shoelace and all the booths of the festival suddenly collapsed and in the silence of the festival I heard you happy your voice torn and fragile child and desolate from afar and called me and I put my hand on my heart which stirred bloody the seven shards of ice in your starry laughter.
Splendid Sofia !!
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one4googleyou 1 year ago
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one of my favorites *****
SofiaKoubli 11 months ago
Thank you Nicolas!
SofiaKoubli 1 year ago
Very nice
★★★★★
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