Texture of silences
Labyrinths of words
And this swarm of certain fantasiesIn which your eternal fires of eyes are bornYou are the stuff of dreamsMy words linger on you like caresses out of timelike sonic cadences of invisible kisses.and by the way...I'm celebrating my birthday.... greetings to all!!!!!!
Labyrinths of words
And this swarm of certain fantasiesIn which your eternal fires of eyes are bornYou are the stuff of dreamsMy words linger on you like caresses out of timelike sonic cadences of invisible kisses.and by the way...I'm celebrating my birthday.... greetings to all!!!!!!
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