n the dim light between night and day, in the morning which is still blind to this, there is turmoil soul seekers of meaning, each angel cursed, cursed every miracle .. written to have suffered on the ink that spreads somewhere where the meaning ... I'm a woman ...Remarkably poor one who yearns,, lamenting to each of every soul, took refuge among the clouds,, writhing slowly and I am writing these few words are increasingly suffering from heart ..
I ..
Similar worm-moaned moan moan
floated serene each water droplets that would not go dry
Tinkling feeling hung wound
There is sorrow undermine
There are symptoms felt
Smart finish to his roots
I Women .....
A miserable one who yearns
Tired and ridden friend of sports
I am Woman ...
Who increasingly crave
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