My work takes all the sharp away, thats why I like lazy days, it softens me different way, I am not that young anymore, and have no interest to play games.
You have a body without a soul, but is islike a sculpture, but those are made of stone, your mind is like a ice sculpture, in the snow, you dont really want to touch it, it coldens you arm and your voice.
I dont know what kind of love you seek, but this is like a icepeak, it defenately gives, you the shivers of romance, I just dont know the depth, of the resonance.
You can continue forever, take it like as a teatre play, all the dolls have their own game, the heart without knowledge, is a big space.
Kiitos! Palautteesi on vastaanotettu.
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