I do not love you as you...
Imagine my feelings on the paper
I am a poet in everything but
When writing about shame ..
Burnt
do not think be writing about contempt crossed
It is not the only concern some smoke
The sentiment is not measured by a glance or a touch
Or by days of the tongue may pronunciation
A big difference between what we hide and announce
In emotions, storms, insomnia
Even silence Sweetie
The language reflects the passion
If we ceased ..
Vaalma I'm on the verge of drowning
I really wonderful all of sedition
It is not only an atom
Inspired by the fact that in the creation of ourselves
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