What can it do?
Simply a simple manifest of breaking the waves and a sudden object of desire; appears out of nowhere, like a granted miracle of forgotten lore.
The enchanted leaves that are painted in black; seem like a treasure to be folded endlessly towards an accidentally gaze.
What can a joyful memory do?
The nightmares are always a simple manifest of water that simply can’t overflow. Putting endless chemicals on the glass, one regards the texture as fire burning and seeing an umbrella that serves no purpose.
Where’s the enchanted princess made of bubbles?
One regards silence as an obsolete paper in blank, the music’s being put in its maximum volume.
The goal to achieve is to be on an endless atmosphere of hair born again; seeing it as a meaning to a greater quest, demanding why are they all alone.
He shouts and shouts; he whispers, but when the words “so alone” appear, he shouts them loudly, with its huge lungs that won’t be pumped on oxygen for a few seconds, he smiles and gestures wildly at the crowd, then: How to disappear completely starts and his echoes are much more powerful, smiling as a child, he’s saying:
“ I’m not here, this isn’t happening”.
The silence’s being transformed into an adventure to other realms of the great tales of imaginary and on the gazing smoke that enters and leaves the line that divides the true hemispheres of the brain.
Feeling optimistic; like on a glass of water to be endlessly empty, the gaze’s permanent.
Simply a simple manifest of breaking the waves and a sudden object of desire; appears out of nowhere, like a granted miracle of forgotten lore.
The enchanted leaves that are painted in black; seem like a treasure to be folded endlessly towards an accidentally gaze.
What can a joyful memory do?
The nightmares are always a simple manifest of water that simply can’t overflow. Putting endless chemicals on the glass, one regards the texture as fire burning and seeing an umbrella that serves no purpose.
Where’s the enchanted princess made of bubbles?
One regards silence as an obsolete paper in blank, the music’s being put in its maximum volume.
The goal to achieve is to be on an endless atmosphere of hair born again; seeing it as a meaning to a greater quest, demanding why are they all alone.
He shouts and shouts; he whispers, but when the words “so alone” appear, he shouts them loudly, with its huge lungs that won’t be pumped on oxygen for a few seconds, he smiles and gestures wildly at the crowd, then: How to disappear completely starts and his echoes are much more powerful, smiling as a child, he’s saying:
“ I’m not here, this isn’t happening”.
The silence’s being transformed into an adventure to other realms of the great tales of imaginary and on the gazing smoke that enters and leaves the line that divides the true hemispheres of the brain.
Feeling optimistic; like on a glass of water to be endlessly empty, the gaze’s permanent.
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