FW241

FW241

Plunged sunk, by far one stairwell grind the metal steps of cleaning a rag, a bucket on the floor, square marble walls together in four, one drop-by-drop falls and deep, slightly shaking someone floor dim light, helpless, one clog the surface a ray of light with shadow effect, reflected in the glass-a face, a look shatter, one diving, wreck, emerging buoy that saves me from suffocation, crazy, evaded and lost between stars and the empty abyss virtue in terms of attitude, in the fullness suffer and be before fear, then off the piano down the road flies tar piano was on the floor and then it plays the first sound, first picture the sound eco deep emptiness of a fin swimming in water, finally jumping, stocky mo movement and all that breathes and is dragged to an illusion desvaneceste, was different, for a moment in an ocean of profundez, net salt and writing pencil without color, was an actor in the show culminates party a gift that makes me happy, pajamas in bed, a bed and spilled fizzy different, was a landscape image without all inhalation, changing the perception, and transmutation was evident, no rips, no lines, no rules, no missing something all in all, a story that does not grow not appear, hardly narrates and are bound, indeed, chains and padlocks on all sides a slingshot one target and one is astounded as an arrow without power, a loop knot in a writing shed, incontinent, writing blurred, never erased, everything she saw and wanted those who have always wanted to have, and would not pass a background be sharp and rolled rough beard, one mustache, hair, and another one for each face, a touch of each insolvency his sin, his timelessness to the present and behold totals only and only a rag in his bucket a drop in the ocean, a wire tied and writing raped and torn apart, stretches only on paper texts a brilliant night made an instant sun irradioso and warm, a tile light and a mirror to see different then the slight illusion drop falling down and all without a no, then left on the surface to read a tenderness in the smothering a plunge cloth extends to the right and comes to all concerned, the intensity of the brightness sensation of the situation becomes apparent that after desecrated and chained becomes free of any will or signaling … an open window curtain closed on one to see the theater stage itself a plank, a lifeguard, here’s fortune, saved, then extended in the sand, I saw the earth and lived, ever since the time of the dive, all pride glows and we descended to the bottom of a world seeing a simple song, make it in satisfaction, suddenly a blow, a vision, the reality we all live in one of another premonition something would happen and would succeed spasm released and to be awake and feel that a letter from a sonnet rhyme never perfect unattached, ran a single sentence that phase, so where we would not get out without going and where we were in line mysterious disappearance of a powder in the dirt a point of fact in all imagination illusion then explode the comet, and living on this planet is not always crap, with a base suspected the intrigue was set, the plan does not abort then I hear a voice absorbed, and wolf howl the letter is the story of the destruction was perfectly contained in a rocket star beachfront so weird what has been said and start to go down the stairs in the empty one drop of a step, then the handrail metal was automatic and only one foot in the river, barefoot and cold, everything is there seems to be everything disappears and vanishes. All is as it is universal, then only one language, a open mouth for pleasure-hungry kiss you behold kiss and desire, a bite of your eyes when on the journey of your boat and pull something do with truth, not is unreal but a guess, your nose petiz a hot sensation, and flies and achievement Pluto, her heart a stone in the pond a separate life photographed a portrait not always behold the madness would have a sanity was to the point where all created and dropped a kiss waiting to hold, with a force of only exist with a conviction, always tied to his heart, a willingness to pump and flow imagines the current in the crate were four walls and a look of a filament without reason waiting to brighten strength, not fear, not wins or loses, is the desire to create and vacant sea with a brush to paint the entire alphabet with each color, its strength and syllable culminates in the desire to go and go and let yourself go, especially to build a castle on the rock under the waterfall and the river current carry everything forward, particularly had in mind something very unique and different from a simple tale of the journey of sound of virtuosity that is not seen but propagates so I went one step further up the ladder walked back a step in advance and levitate and only one trying to climb each step to your firm and confident air imagine the piano broke in Tar floor only had one key, and it was not pity or defendant was to have faith in believing always disclose and be getting one more time in the warm fragrant landscape shining sea you see the love in my dive, you were the My float my boat sinking in the washed cloth that cleans the piano mounted on a living room where no one wanted to be and I just wanted to go there was then at the exit door was all that and never will imagine deepen, was the desire of thee take a bow the heart and your date, and then pump it all the rabble, is less sensible and act in the bombing of the war was already happening for peace everything together with various from one direction to go in and expand it, and then returned the bird who sings and enchants only today learned their music the lyrics, all ordained without coordinated task was to bring order and fear not believe and do not come back this last trip around the route was already deep drop on the roof, the window ajar and cold, in the dark of an act of a fact, but it never happened and reported it is supposed to be invented was thought that emerge only vent that water was only seat of your kiss a desire only you play the piano was part of a plan to you play the note that you will gain a feel for a blade sharpened blunt was a strong writing that not strike the strings already experienced a night of stars loose a trip on the future that will not come, this was different from the past and the coup it was just a story that all desecrated and the end of what was left to Pluto, the love of writing only one heart between two walls impossible to jump, where nearly anything away, an open circle, a square rectangular one node that grip, shake off the dust and see the piano only touch your pity and in the dark room of an image photographed by the film roll, small images in shades of fragments see that thou reflected in a piece where everything comes together for you want, reflected in my image, you alone are the frame of the mirror.

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