The dark love soul (Part 8, page 3 of 24)


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Part 8

the morns wake up the people, the sun beam widens the eye upto the face and here, the night awakes the convictions and

slants of the visiters. The smoke and the nicotine, the wine and the alchohol even can't fetch me toward them as enough as

this place has. The overlooking of the beautiful lake outside the window gives sight to even a stone-deaf person.

~I can only afford my eyes to view the ever-lasting gallery in the eye which reveals and

launches the signs of nature. Beneath the feet, if ever pabbles come being here at this spot, i swear, they'll be felt as soft as a

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