I can not fit the ideas masked dance through my mind.
phrases and moments.
Ideas, language.
Everything, everything is intertwined and form a new pasta.
The amalgamation to form a scene.
red lips that are filled with raindrops
A voice that says "quiet girl someone will come and save you, in those secret passages there is always some hope, I ask you not only stop smiling "
words that mean the same" love, amour, amore, love, liebe "They all walk in fast, full speed, in my head.
Water runs.
Colors only manage my pupils dilate and contract.
Wind that hits my face.
Until insportable noise, hollow-take-all.
I fall into another.
"Yes" let me out.
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