FW065

FW065

Never had the aim of a fortuitous encounter … Imagine the bridge over the river where the sidewalk … it meant nothing … I saw the figure and ran and hid in a paper read … sweet words like honey. the letters were not .. crap … had meaning and were buried in the past … something that the wind was blowing and thought … that face … brush painted a picture unloved … it was you that part resultant art (…)

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