Angelic Flower
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Ode to love. Love. The sky stained with blood. Every tear a story, both painful perfectly. As dark red, the smoke of fragrant flowers with sharp spines that traces of poetry in his flesh. For all of us willing to change is our own Shakespeare unexploded all in our hearts. You know when you feel it. Love can not describe or explain. It is essential and abusive, ugly and embarrassing, but at best, is miraculous and wonderful, attractive, angelic and dazzling. For some, it has little or no meaning to which I feel for. What is it? Who's there? How is? No man ever be found. No comparison or metaphor that describes their similarity. There is no sensation or feeling. Love is not blind, it sees more, because he are willing to see less.
It's a bit soft … Many words to say very little, which poses no real feelings one way or another in my thoughts. Sorry.
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