That I don't know what the hell to write but I feel like it That I don't know if I dream or I'm awake sometimes That so much nonsense is not what it seems That you laugh And thinking that it was reciprocal was one of those stupid things Now I want to play with words but it doesn't work out I don't It comes out with the words play, or want, now. -Darío (Zane) Huerta
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