Another box is closed after final determination of absurd phenomenal friction of life. Another words are spoken by the empty handed of wounds. A sort of restlessness among the curious of thoughts which is starting kill the man in the middle or the animal above. Preservation or destruction that managed by the heart with big hole in the middle.
Nor wind or water can slap the panhandler to open his hand and hold his head while coffers of happiness were shed between his eyes and the ground, ground that full of dirt.
A master gunman stood alone, he is waiting for his destiny, while the rain is rumbling like a stone ruins in the mountain, he is waiting, another box or another faith or it just another stepped stone in his journey.
A single smoke burn between his 2 left fingers, and the bell rang right after the night almost full. The moment has come right on the undesirable situation. Away from the beginning, far from the truth and close to unconsciousness.
"Save yourself....!!!" he said, "Save yourself from your own desire and dreams"
Alive from the bottom of most powerful emotion of amazing creature called LOVE.
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