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i often wonder, how many cigarettes i can consume, during the time i am asleep..

you are a combination of little tiny balloons, the ones which we use to play when we were kids. they always flew in the air for a while and i always thought that they are like birds trying to reach to the south, maybe this time you flew with the rest of your race ..


so, if i blow some words into a balloon maybe they come where ever you go and find you..



when i first saw you, i smile at you, but now i know that's because i saw my funny reflections in you,
when i first touch you, it felt so fragile, but now i know my hand only pass through,
when i first smell you, you smell like strawberry gum, but i now i know i only smelt detergent that created you,
anyway i still miss you..

if god turn angels to dust,
and dust mixed it to a dough,
and that dough given shape by michelangelo,
it would look like nothing, but you..