Walking in aristocrat street, a tranquil music filled my ears, though God descended. A fleeting moment of lavishly adore.
Lost in thoughts when your eyes stared, weary and pensive, might change that to gleefullness. A fleeting time of wonder and aesthetic.
In street looking o'er the beauty upon the veranda. A blow of wind that hair danced in rythm, lips were pouting,
a gaze of somber and shivers.
Yet, I forgot, a contrast world matters.
//Samuel Gaius Durchbin//kindunophilia love of danger//
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