Heat over the World War II museum at Gdansk.
Green part of black and white.
Beautiful sky at my City.
Life goes on.

Tick tock, tick tock. There’s a Captain Hook. Tick tock, tick tock. There’s me and he is not. Tick tock, tick tock. Peter Pan is on the clock. Tick tock, tick tock. No more lies in his old note.

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7 thoughts on “Café of Broken Dreams.

  1. alternatywa do zbierania i składania okruch jest ….zakopać te cząsteczki i zacząć budować życie na nowym fundamencie…
    tiaa trzeba iść dalej…do przodu…jeśli się potkniesz albo zwątpisz to zadzwoń 😉

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