Sometimes I'm haunted by images I know aren't mine.
Not me, you.
I dream of unknown people who seem to be part of my life.
Not now, but the future.
I chase words that don't belong to me.
I know they don't belong to me.
And there's nothing I can do about it.
My life is a continuous walk through the clouds.
* Donna Kirby's picture
Not me, you.
I dream of unknown people who seem to be part of my life.
Not now, but the future.
I chase words that don't belong to me.
I know they don't belong to me.
And there's nothing I can do about it.
My life is a continuous walk through the clouds.
* Donna Kirby's picture

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