crystals raining Hopefully, hopefully fall to the ground with the force of a violent struggle, and splashes bursting into small rhinestones.
Idyllic scene crystals that do not hurt, fall on you, without tearing, light, friendly, affectionate, and caresses. No walk in the bright umbrellas sidewalks, streetlights under ductile to the cries of a soul eternally in the line between strict loquacity or silence, in the light of the new moon, under the partial or total darkness. Utopias ironic that border on stupidity, crystals bleeding, blood is not cleansed, the blood flows, lives free of piety. But who cares, if the brightest light hide, if unexplored corners populate if party dress in mourning, if crystallize baring all ethereal bodies ... What a shame that the problem always resides in the price provided in the price.
May rained glass, hopefully not ache.
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