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As much as,
I'm imprisoned,
in your evils eyes,
the more you'll be free,
to me, as a sinner drivels,
Perhaps, we're trying to find,
It will be a moment when we're,
Completely,
I don't know,
about her thought,
and what she wrote,
but, I know that,
her after-words,
moments have been dreadful,
and being affectionate is lawful,
a gentle touch,
Smooth porcelain find,
Incorporating fragrance,
CONVEYS, TO THE BLIND.
#thought
Saw the picture, with the eye,
By the winds, Colours are fly...
#thought
In Death,
all I need's patience.
But,
my Life is still drowned in Agnes-essence.
#thought
this way essential speeches are extracted, to literary words, in the above-mentioned names, ages, highs or lives for a minute or maybe a second.
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