Sounds Of Pain... The oversight forgets, as the leaves upon trunk. The rain humidifies I have a meal when I cry dead calm. Home: I give melancholy.
give melancholy. Room: of alloyed grief. Tender the silence airs soft shouts and whines. The footprints blanket ignores to feel, Alive with the sounds of the pain
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unhappiness and the no love... The great problem to breathe, He is to want the impossible, Making possible only Another sigh that he propagates you to lashes the pain
the Buitreras and Guaiquillo. The drains veins of the orchards on the Cultivated field were opened. Wide quiet dying earth the seeds of Uaral Germinated
: La antigua calma que inunda mi rostro, Me ha dejado postrado bajo la lluvia... Negndome a las sonrisas del sol, En soledad hasta saciar, Charcos de
