If I think too much those words do not continue and that crack becomes visible over time, erosion can not stay too long in one place, lines invisible marking the passage of a heart that does not think too much on the words that describe him.
If I think too much those words continue to accumulate synonymous and the route that makes visible the passage of the feet makes a mountain of salt to be visible, too long to be in one place, lines that mark in words what is sometimes not described.
and divide the heart of that mind and a shade begins to be tangible, a change, a crack, a papyrus with crying voice silenced the desire to be more than a hideout.
If I think too much those words can not be wings, if accumulation of synonyms to define my sedentary state could not keep walking, that is why change the game time and how to observe it.
If I think too much those words do not let my feet leave the ground, if I keep my words in my mouth saliva does not allow my heart to kiss your eyes and that crack that the passage of time erosion of mature makes my index finger points that way no more fragile and everyday thinking.
If I think too the words leave my mind back, if I think too much I become a demon who seeks to escape the pain always vulnerable fire place in the purely simple, if I too am a terrible lover in the arms of poet not to be unreal.
If you think too much torture and punishment exclave my heart to stay love to be by your side. If I too am the demon who wants to re-offend in the escape.
If I think too much love is a familiar concept and so deep that the scan does not contain a face.
If I too would not forgive the bed heat another person has had, if I too would loose not thy hand and if I thought too would be a human and not loose leaf knows when the autumn came.
If I thought it would be too innocent spirit who falls for you every morning and sleeps you home to your chest, if I thought too would be out of my life because it could hurt you know.
If I thought too the demon that lives in my heart I always would dominate and that reason only limit would remain at all what I call wishful thinking.
If I thought too much margin for error is zero and become my all my everything and you would all be me. If
too thought you would not be staying with sedentary and sometimes may seem strange to think every day about how to reinvent your wishes and likeness, if I thought I would not be too whom you kiss.
not write If I thought too, that I would simply read my mind.
If I thought it would be a human too, prefer to be a heart with mind.
If I say too much but it contains little of my message.
kiss If you think too much shade, so I let go, so I love you.
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