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met to clear the river that once flowed in us but the devil planted misunderstanding in the most fruitful parts, our hearts how could warm brown turn into such coldness a colour I can not describe seeing the avert so obvious broke something in the inside every beginning of a thought a stitch every full memory a harpune the only way to stop the dry is to clear my forest soon cannot say all love is gone in me but I feel in you it is realizing this reality is the pushing from the cliff we met to clear our river, it used to flow so pure but the devil hides our estuary and contaminated whats inside the blue our place, will we find it again? maybe if we don't try the estuary, will we find her again? Let's see what's there when we die
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
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met to clear the river that once flowed in us but the devil planted misunderstanding in the most fruitful parts, our hearts how could warm brown turn into such coldness a colour I can not describe seeing the avert so obvious broke something in the inside every beginning of a thought a stitch every full memory a harpune the only way to stop the dry is to clear my forest soon cannot say all love is gone in me but I feel in you it is realizing this reality is the pushing from the cliff we met to clear our river, it used to flow so pure but the devil hides our estuary and contaminated whats inside the blue our place, will we find it again? maybe if we don't try the estuary, will we find her again? Let's see what's there when we die
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Jun 30, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
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