"Her glowing eyes holding me tight as in his arms. He says the words mixed up with dreams. Invites. You'll be happy if you believe and zaczepisz his wheelchair with the star.
is gentle, when clouds are breast-feeding, but when I leave her calm, the sea runs, throws his arms into the sky.
In her eyes I see, like my arms are two angels: pale, mischievous angel Irony and powerful, loving angel Schizophrenia "
Z. Herbert 'psycho'
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