Windows to the edges of the world.
I am a young woman who looks through the double window of time. I managed to build another life only in words, sincerity, and soul. From the edge of my words, I made plow horns in the defense of temporal, inconsequential love. I saw the mass of ground out of the roots, There are the tree bumps with countless knots in the heart praying for gentleness and water.
Everything that goes, is not left in love. and everything that is silent, did not silence from the heart.
In fact, I'm a deserted soul in silence in the compliance of ugly utilities.
And it's almost gone, since my old password, love for the bright future passes through equinoxes, as well as what is the destiny of my country ... that has molested in tribal cultures. A wide array of pleasures are priorities of drawing me with oddity and the conviction that this is all of what I need for pride and whims.
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