And the eye was so small that there was no thread so thin so the sound is filtered through a moment and whisper their sound which ended without an echo, it was so small the opportunity skein that mark the path that only crumbs of stories that had entrenched reality. Tangled
between colors and odors wasted rhymes encapsulated between flavors sounds failed to mention words to interpret what those eyes were whispering.
between the needle and the thread that wove their dreams was the thin route between your heart and head followed them, and there was no reason for not mentioning the sonnets together asilenciados guarded, there were puppets manipulated nor hugs encounters the term lovers who narrate the journey.
had arrived early and so small was his eyes that his sight may not allowed his eyes to see what exactly what they knotted them free.
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