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Good to have you ever, my capricious.
Do no matter you need with me.
I go away myself in your arms… Calm…
And let the evil climate giggle…
Jealous of me… He tries in useless
to tear me out of your arms…
And right here… We whisper our prayer…
And we hurry in order that it’s not too late.
You carefully wake me up each morning
and I obediently sit in entrance of the display screen.
And we begin… And we write… And I ponder…
Magnificence! What occurred to me?
The place has the weekday prose gone?
The anxieties…And the thought turned brown.
I like you… And your hypnosis
introduced me again to my youth once more.
You’re my music… You’re my Muse…
A totally forgotten idea.
Of eternity and impermanence – the union.
A painful and candy crucifixion.
My soul longs to share.
He forgets the weak point of his physique.
Do not go… Proper on Sunday.
The day of my finish… Or starting…
December 6, 2017
5. 32 am
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