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walking fish
2003-12-11 12:40:22 (UTC)

the story of the walking fish (6 of 17)

She was always thinking to fly away, but she doesn’t have
wings.

She was hanging out the streets collecting all the sadness
and put them into her pocket.

Side A has just finished,
Side B just starts the journey.
The art of time

She was the autumn who escapes with a bottle of Chivas.

Harry Houdini was standing on the handrail of the bridge,
With the chain, in the gloomy night, he jumps down
(Fly away)
We all know
As he must be back
(I miss you)
(But I still cannot fly)
(I’m still not mature enough, to be your good girl.)




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