Old
school crying that flowed from a desert of dry tears. Its flow was from a life of many forms.
Movies
my confidant, deceptive response of one-dimensional mirrors that echo anguish.
Knowing
no one would stop to view genuine genres in this deliberate raging fire of
sand.
It’s
painful and wonder less to cry especially in a world that seem too marginalize
advising.
Encouragement
essential to your own; which makes our individual tears flow upstream against
this current of superficiality.
A
season for renaissance! “surprise” pick the language, thus “hold fast to hope
and courage. The only rational act” is love”.
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