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12 Aug 2017 

The evening


I could even imagine the next evening. In the wealthy farm the most wealthy of the peasant man, gloried some personified death terror that would strike on a full hour.Then the air had catched some exquisite fragrance unothored not in molecules of prescription drugs .The molecules were scattered and drew some human form cluleless. If it were to be real realistic the past had become the present and for every blessed likewise hour there were to be attachements in every culture form.Facts that would travail no less than bringing two or more pills toghether. How and even for ten minutes that the layer of placement on the Saint House of Miracle would bring toghether the cure to the most malevolent desease as a never ending pain caused me to stir a word with somebody as if breaking the past into the most inexperient new phrase. As sumptuously described, this concioussness would need no more as only love would suffice the warfare.And then there was time alone.We might as well grab the real cause by the bones. The experience of having known everything before hand like a mystery and not really telling anyone. As if this wasn´t really real like recalling the doctors visits upon having knowed me to be carriying some monetarial loss. But rough love  as it was until the unknown community village appeared in all to become the present.  


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12 Aug 2017 

the evening

And this sudden calm, searching for the nature in this physiological prey, pretending every pain had a special place to be at, like anciant romantic places without this possible target, trying to find where it hurt. He had just liked so, that they had formed tonight ,one only evening with spaces for them only, to fuck the sky full of stars, without an avenue of escape, for my inner self to contamplate.    
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the evening

And this sudden calm, searching for the nature in this physiological prey, pretending every pain had a special place to be at, like anciant romantic places without this possible target, trying to find where it hurt. He had just liked so, that they had formed tonight ,one only evening with spaces for them only, to fuck the sky full of stars, without an avenue of escape, for her inner self to contamplate.    
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