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RAINLet my blue rain to hold your green of life
And save it from the cruel summer heat
We mmo-accounts need so much, my love, to be alive
More than the dying body needs its blood.We keep mmogoldsonline so deep in our hearts the crave,
That crave of love awaiting for its gleaming
In our accrosstoday Elysian dream like a soul in a grave
That colored dream engrossed by its deep meaning.The light speedymore of our eyes is shadowed by the gray
Those clouds of suffering, clouds of awakening
Our souls need cheap-aiongolds to rejoice while we need to pray
And our blissfulness is only love uplifting.Our springs and winters goldofwow are crowned and entwined
White snow gives all the glow to the exploding green
While green inside the raisesale glow of white is hidden
And life is pronged up by spring breeze like a queen.A curve just4wow of silence as deep as a cascade of screams,
Effervescent as globs of foams filling the runescapesafe unwanted void,
Surrounds the green of nature, the rainbow sparkly gleams
Can these divine riches of nature rsmoneys be destroyed?POEM FOR THORSTENI see you crying
And looking through your transparent face mask
Reconceptualizing your mimicry
As a goformarket spatial captation.The red liquid still trickles down.
The solid foam packing
The cup spills out the wine
Into a joydaisy heart shape.I want to turn back the time
And go back again.
We need our infinite,
And want, discountmmostore once again, to dissolve in it.Around, at the other tables,
People are just seemingly not thinking
As luckbees they are reflected in the broken mirrors.
On the walls,
They appear increasingly complacent…I bring the cup up 408design to my lips and I inhale
The wine.
It is very cool.
This liquid seems to make the cup
To costbonus be very hot.
I continue inhaling until
The cup is emptied.
The yellowish liquid
Scrapes my esophagus.I drink from the rsgoldstar empty cup
The visible truth,
Our still untold truth.I want to lift the spirit
And dance
Our last dance
In the just4power chaotic rhythm of the last seconds.
Yes, I want you to hug me.But the bar is full riftsale of hot human mouths,
When the windows steam up,
And anarchic noises
Instantly freeze my wish.
Red steamed konabee water is dripping down your mask.
Yes, I know, they are not tears…We stand up straight for once
And go.