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[hell-on-hearth]

Apocalypse

There is nothing more apocalyptic

you find me your smile; paradigm

resurrection and the genesis of

happiness, subject to the vicissitudes

of this life and often stinking infidel,

at the precise moment when only its

appearance could dissuade the Holocaust

to what affects me everything.

Wrapped in this dark time is the

right time where, or smile at me, or I

convictions.

[hell-on-hearth]

Woman walking in front of his shadow.

Her whom precedes light as birds

the solstice celebrations.

The saved nothing for himself

except his youth

and stone studded tears.

That has extended its hair on the tree

blooming in autumn, which is compliant

to the insinuations of their leaves.

The woman whose hands are the hands of a child.

Which is now visible in the silence,

which gives your eyes

the animal dark looking meekly.

The one that has been with me in the beginning,

the woman who has drawn

the shape of things to water hiding.

[hell-on-hearth]

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[hell-on-hearth]

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