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“Saison qui succède à l’été et précède l’hiver dans l’hémisphère nord: du 16 septembre”
Only if I had known, these tiny little bird steps, through the bushes, through the lost chances, ungiven yet forgiven awaiting problems to dissolve into my inner fortress, one day or day one, now, terribly unshakable.
This slight slash crash into your second, and hell yeah.. I was crawling to get here, I will not miss another you, walking in front of my blurry blue eyeballs, spooning sand to throw at you, excuse my childish manners, slangish rappish bullshit tangled tongue, I just had to reconfirm, and another one, that this is fucking day one, where devils dance and serve the cause of together, we beat this beach.
For good.
Maria Magdalena, went sleeping on a hammock with the power of now and the now of power nap, cause fuck this shit.
Cat’s purring, midday siesta is not recommended to heart fainted, but to the fallen lovers, who just got it right, without even kissing, talking or planning a wedding to disturb the flow of emotional storm, yeah we nevigate in bad weather since we learned to profit in hard times, mainly the company that is trustworthy to find no hope in next port, but in the essence of Zeno, drown my ship and let us test our love for existence.
