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26 novembre 2011

Music gently humming touch in the dark heart of fibrillation in bundles

At this time of night, a pure music, lighted a cigarette to their fingers burned. And then gently close your eyes, feel the night silence and sweet. Seems to feel the Pan slightly hazy lights in the distance, faintly hear the sound of leaves fell to the ground, there is no noise during the day, gradually settled down to slowly integrated with the dark Buy World Of Warcraft Gold, slowly trying to insignificant trivia. Only in silence of the night, just dare tell my mind. However, there will be who to listen to it? In addition to the lights, in addition to leaves and, well into the night, so make it right! At least that Neon is beautiful.

 

Man is really a wonderful animal, small brain, but you want to put so many things, but to take that kind of deep,, and hold, and put it into the dark, who also could not find it, they could not be found. Perhaps into a starry sky, or together, and the leaves into the soil. Quietly, quietly, no longer remembered. Grief is a very poetic Word, melancholy, and a hint of sadness, so at this point is grief or sad? Hum! Who knows? Poetry it is called it right. A beautiful poem, is a piece of life, but did not know how to express that the United States, expressed to who.Perhaps this was loneliness.

 

Music gently humming, touch in the dark heart of fibrillation in bundles. Cool breeze brushed, gently opened the micro-closed eyes, saw flashes of Neon is the United States, although no one can see, but I still want to give yourself a beautiful smile, after all this time of night is pure, beautiful, only smiles and the United States painted a poem. Not pursuing pure beauty of the images or moving topic; there is only a release heart. One night only to find the original and the neon lights, always obscure, always looked so far, always alone distributed a faint light.Wonder if this light could illuminate the night? Or not have such bright light road is still the same. Hey! Like light, regardless of how long it would take, at least have bloomed, there will always be a dark place need beauty.
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