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"Nam sine doctrina,vita est quast mortis imago "

vineri, 10 septembrie 2010

Autum

How sweet is bitterlove at the first sound of paranoic screaming.She's afraid of cockroaches , he is almost certain that killing her would be a great algebra solution in the meaning of histerical scream. Istead he speaks" It's alright my dear, we're gonna hunt them down, don't you cry".She goes to work in the morning but stays near him to watch him sleep. I talk and she makes a sign "be silent" . I may not understand them fully.. but love, their love makes it bareable.
This is how autum spreads its rainy winds uppon me, spleen, lonely but not alone, love is quite a way of interesting entertainment if it's fully love, not a stupid mistake.

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