domingo, junho 28

Puro

And so I try to understand
what I can't hold in my hand
And whatever I find I'll find my way back to you.
And if you could try to find it too
cause this place is over grown its a waxin moon
Home is where ever we are if there's love there too.
Home - Jack Johnson.

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