I have no why I'm giving up.
The flight lines are two-way road.
Go and come back here and there.
Each kick is followed by two hugs,
three routines for a surprise.
need both tears of laughter
as the smiles of sadness.
The verb talk is empty without a glance,
we already know that we combine blablabla,
and also nor
.
What if the words are dressed in carnival
eyes take away the masks.
a reflection of moving water
I can restore lost consciousness.
That is good to escape and fled toward
platitudes
of blind alleys.
addition, today there has to be like yesterday,
but if photocopying, and will arrive tomorrow
to see
opaque mirrors who we are,
who I am,
if today is the day
that will change the world.
Because the world fits in a head.
Listen if the motion of the tides
in the bustle of the dark.
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