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Only the rain is washing me with its claw as liquid. And I can obidiu the spark from the burning ember. Only the apple bears, in its seeds, the oblivion cure.
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Now I am the only soloist. By a town square. The time glued it. On a crucified cross in love. Et benedictus fructus ventris tui….
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It carries in it the kubirii of life. Beneath a pure apple tree. Goddesses went out of the castles. Because you love her, and you cannot live without her…. From green leaves, they transform themselves into conserved leaves. This burden I carry, the ache is holly! Sometimes even untruthful sadness. Only traces make you dream. Hanging up, delighted you want to touch them. It is a dreamy round, abysses. Timidly lose themselves in the cold eyes of the windows.
I read unique memories —.
You want to know that there it is the place where. By the greenish heat.
I expire the dark…. I do not let you see. I’d like to think I’m sick. The future of the anthology belongs to us, those who entered the contest, to finally arrive at the core of things, it is love that makes us perfect as people, which stays in our hearts and which wakes us up at the crack of dawn with the most beautiful words And in the autumn, princess, it rains with angels! From the fairy tell world, to that of the grown people.
On my breasts w ith speechless heavens …. The wet hands were driving the destiny —. Turn the page of the life, as an urge. And you call the tree, tree.
I know that I will never see. I just felt their shadow left in the snow. I am not from your world. And you carried me through all your longings.
The desire is a shadow that yet is calling me. Follow the covers from the market. The pentagram with charm and magic. Two trees were leafing.
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To feel the chill. Only the flame is vigilant. I ask myself, as well, what we become over time. To be tall like a poplar it was in my thought.
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Imploring the gravel roads. Forget me, at least for one moment, everlasting. Princess, what do you do into my soul? And now your flower I taste. We were waiting repressed endings.
They gave me back the eyes. In the net of a perverse love.