Treasure Island

Yakup icik

(Germany/Türkiye)

Bitte Sag Mir


Sag mir
was auch immer geschieht
sag irgend etwas
geb dein Inneres preis
sprich mit mir.

sag mir
was auch immer geschieht
erzähl mir von Liebe
erzähl mir von Hass
oder von Dingen die du nicht magst.

spricht mit mir
es wird dein Inneres beruhigen.

Submitted: Thursday, February 13, 2014
Edited: Thursday, February 13, 2014

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  • Maciej Dospial (2/13/2014 3:36:00 PM)

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