RAPHAEL KARIBO


I Want Us To Live In My Dream


After the drab day, i found my radiant eyes swooning in fatigue, straight to that bed i ploded.myself i found in wold the dream-land.....busy flapping bees, lotty buildings engulfed with radiant lights i guess is england.....

A world were you can find no foe.....felicity forsooth, just a stretch you have your lolly, there you will roister zilch shall make thee woe....

Lets pack to my dream!

There i shall paint your name in all the walls with my bleeding quill, in bold, credence me.no time will be forlorn.beneath those radiant stars will i tell you a tale....yes none will i fail....

Please lets go there, in my dream!

Submitted: Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013

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