Rain and tears do not confuse them more.
The first is acid;
the second is up ...
flavor of a non-verbal language.
the morning slips slow on my naked body and tender, engraver.
do not nullify the look in a cafe.
Refusal of getting lost in labyrinthine ramblings,
cunning traps naughty thoughts.
Only, I remain behind the window.
Guard.
expects the clouds are incinerated by Vincente Sol.
Like a cat.
Like when it's raining outside.
Metereopatica? No, thanks.
only way is pregnant,
painted in my eyes, evoking ancient world.
Hail to thee, Goddess Bast! traits and pleasing as solar heat on the skin.
Bast Egyptian, Greek and Artemis.
salute you.
Like a cat.
Like when it's raining outside.
Guard.
look quiet and sleepy.
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