God is the Random
The unexpected things
Beuty of unhidden
Free associations
A forgotten smile
Scented sweet wood
A cloud of butterflies
A number of wet eye blinks
The color of too dark grapes
And too misty mornings
A line crawling from paper to paper
Getting deeper on a face
On a palm
Soft skin
Soft light
Transparent shadows
Ritm, divine ritm
Of nature, bodies, wind, everything
Of saying sorry or not
It is in your black top
In your rusted face
In rotten apples
In untold lies
In typing machine
U-s...us...is....














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My Crow says "Nevermore".
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---thank you for adding as a fav
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a book that I suggest you to read...
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My Crow says "Nevermore".
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---tonight's a real chaos...i'd better read some aestetics tonight...my prof will kill us tomorrow... if i survive i will search i promise
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