Sometimes even though you try, you look, they insist, do not get the letters, although the need to pour words terrifies our being, nothing ... Simple and brief, like sleepless night comes around, all of which precipitated a tropical storm, wild, sudden ... And thoughts sliding on the slide infinity of our entire existence. The walls disappear, burn up the borders, and breathe the memory, the future, you feel this ... Intractable issues in the light, night gives them shelter, are thrown on the floor scrolls today, and with eyes closed is looking better to read the unreadable, it is understood and deeply reasons why ... Chains are lost, the walls become more arrogant marzipan ... It combines state of sleep with the living, the capital of existence which violates flower growing out from bowels, from the deep spirit that so often we sleep, that so often suppressed.
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