It’s so simple as that my friend. Do not presume that you can listen the singing of her eyes. You can go in but you can’t go out. It will always be a disease; the worst wish in earth, man. The perfect curse and the sweetest poising. Believe me when I tell that you should not focus her back so badly nor even dream about her perfume. This woman kills more men than cancer. When she breathes heaven and hell struggle to be in control while the horizon quakes. Yes, all those ones caught in the middle are falling to dye. I know it because I am a survivor; nevertheless I still feel the sweet taste of her skin chapping my tongue and the flame of her body consuming my fingertips, for the eternity.
PBC
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