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The fingers begin to droop. On the gray musical scale unearthed here.
Hold your breath. Talk in voiceless sounds ... love is a twilight symbol caused by a dissonance of genitals and the dead. On rainy days she is beautiful.
That same autumn, at daybreak, she invites a golden smile. Suddenly I turn my back. The blue that plummets the eye! Death is familiar to me. I witnessed his obscene silence and sacred disintegration. To witness is to experience. I knew the process, first accompanied by screams, then gradually turning to vocatives beginning with tu . Sometimes he talked a lot. It was when autumn turned to winter, when fog filled the aquamarine capital. Decline thought. It possesses time. Get out of time. Toward the painful space where you can totally feel. Feel. To feel thoughts with your body. The fingers begin to droop. On the gray musical scale unearthed here. The sounds were selected by my fingers. The sounds were pure matter. A unity was born. Twenty-five years do you have any last words. In the corridor and in the yard, mother is incessantly calling me. It seems it's becoming tu . Never pray for the fulfillment of our youth. Weep. If you do, weep like father. If you do, do not weep for father.
Hold your breath. Talk in voiceless sounds ... love is a twilight symbol caused by a dissonance of genitals and the dead. On rainy days she is beautiful.
That same autumn, at daybreak, she invites a golden smile. Suddenly I turn my back. The blue that plummets the eye! Death is familiar to me. I witnessed his obscene silence and sacred disintegration. To witness is to experience. I knew the process, first accompanied by screams, then gradually turning to vocatives beginning with tu . Sometimes he talked a lot. It was when autumn turned to winter, when fog filled the aquamarine capital. Decline thought. It possesses time. Get out of time. Toward the painful space where you can totally feel. Feel. To feel thoughts with your body. The fingers begin to droop. On the gray musical scale unearthed here. The sounds were selected by my fingers. The sounds were pure matter. A unity was born. Twenty-five years do you have any last words. In the corridor and in the yard, mother is incessantly calling me. It seems it's becoming tu . Never pray for the fulfillment of our youth. Weep. If you do, weep like father. If you do, do not weep for father.
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