It draws on your body momentum voluptuous, feeds on ephemeral in perfumes and voice capture. It takes your soul these drops in your life, savoring the gold, the drink to the dregs.
It gives your silences the powerful melody of his being, his distant transplant, won all its sorrows, its burdens and tears which he did not say that word, which he said only tear for choose to do your eyes as the ephemeral joys of distant.
is shared. It is his forgetfulness. The dancer of your soul is light and fleeting. But O how his chains hold your screams. *
inspiration there
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