Can not talk, habs forgotten how to long geschwiegen.Und from the confusion I sought out a sound, a shrill cry, but the wind in my stuffed back into the throat. As Good as It was so, he was guaranteed to me when I fled into the bosom of the forest and the last leaves that hold their color and their joy in their veins were gathered up. To the long, bleak winter, not in my own silence to have dry rot &. For words started now an imprint of mistrust to bear. They were wrong, did not fit my picture blurred my vanishing points and let my mind flow together into a colorful, chaotic puddle. With looks I explained myself. Language with gestures loved, with eyes that pleaded with sobs. Took the will in the hands of hatred to be based and breathe the fascination. Fascination is let go and never roam the earth. Faith and not doubt. tormented by fate and will always make mistakes again. Not you & to be loved still with every sip taste you.
And I hope you turn suffocate.
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