Very few real words exchanged every day, very little. Maybe falling in love there be that to finally start talking. Maybe it does opens a book to finally begin to hear. Christian Bobin
an overwhelming encounter Drunk
My heart was transformed to infinity
Pretending to fate, an elegant
Correspondence with the soul of life.
Fleura now a breeze,
quickened heart beat,
Attis's grace that bet.
Powerless before the flood of love
Who explode in the den of my senses
lost my mind around.
My body, he was inundated with Essence.
said in the open:
Miss Tinker, let me show you what
your wings are not so unreal ...
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