branka.orlic94
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Firefly fighting FIREFLY FIGHTING Knock on my door Be the man I used to adore Whose colour of voice made me alive Your heart hugging mine, like I fly I'm being held by hands of the cold walls Like a baby once again I crawl I stumbled upon a stone, there was... – *by Branka Orlic*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I'm directing a movie I had a very wise life coach My grandpa with his gentle touch Telling me different stories About what actually means life glory "My grandchild", he said You know when you're really fed? I looked at him carefully As at a wizard on TV. It's... – *by Branka Orlic*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

FIREFLY FIGHTING

Knock on my door
Be the man I used to adore
Whose colour of voice made me alive
Your heart hugging mine, like I fly
I'm being held by hands of the cold walls
Like a baby once again I crawl
I stumbled upon a stone, there was...

– by Branka Orlic

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I'm directing a movie

I had a very wise life coach
My grandpa with his gentle touch
Telling me different stories
About what actually means life glory
"My grandchild", he said
You know when you're really fed?
I looked at him carefully
As at a wizard on TV.
It's...

– by Branka Orlic

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