Perforating Heart Wound Comments

Curious, overzealous and eager to babble on the innocent head: I silabize the delicate strands of amber that leaned gracefully on me, and my clumsy hand of oak finds small cracks in the bulbs of a tired lily head. And meanwhile, I whisper words of love, what do you mean by a horse-tying son! Kit Due to the piety of Fates guided to me I estimated in my world life I, yet my tongue silently rang my expanding words that anything

I could have confessed to him too! "That's how I dreamed of it patiently, with increased slowness." And when two bombshell lips clicked in front of my eyes and the immortal kiss poem exploded, a little maybe I died myself too! Who once had the unbroken belief that I had done wisely by smoothing out the pregnant worries of my past - now I just stumbled, and I could only stand betrayed: I was most frightened of the irreversible wounding!
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