Jun 19, 2015
To The Vagabond.
To the smoke of his cigarette, to him and to us and to everybody...broken!
To the vagabond, the wandering soul, his empty smile and his distorted spirit.
To the life he wants, with no future to foresee and to the stories he lives and believes in.
To everything he has which was never his.
To the worn out photograph in his heart and the ink stained letter in his pocket.
To his pain and his happiness.
To the truths he hid and the lies he spilled.
To his perfect eyes and…
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