And I eat WORD
so beautiful ... that the eyes are moved only to posarvi above the eye, so it gets wet with dew in reading sublime love. I was gone, I'm a bit 'absent, just sensible and distracted by the elements of time hiding behind a stiff sentence to a life that pulls you and rips your heart so you do not know, then reappears a magic word and the love flows back into the veins of the time, coming back in every peaceful effort. Together in peace, a sign of strength untouched. Far be it from me forever and now, every avenue without light.
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