Fruitful

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Tell me if it's possible to give you life without this sorrow,or even without this cloro-feel?,i know you do, and during these times i made you swallow so much of my conscience,my creed
The unique instant when we can restart the line and change the deed,actual substance who gives skin for lipstick,sipping ink from the pen of blessed,unitiated,fats and skinnys.One day the flesh will meet a cliff,it's unavoidable,but all the pieces of words wrapped by yourself are gonna survive the fall steady flying as a phoenix
Son of mother nature collect the tears from her eyes,or burn slow when we're in search of the feeling.From the photosintesis to pen pals,more than a simple exchange,which radiates the vision and blows air inside the speechless mouths through the art's ray,it's healing.
White glow,please,keep on preserving our secret,our will,our promises or holy manuscripts for those ones still looking at the ceiling
You gave space, and still you are,not only body to memories but also knowledge to heads,the clear moon who shines during the artists' making
They picked you to represent the venial power but you replied with deep pages.I have no idea if poems are really gonna last forever,but for sure,we couldn't go on without taking a break to get shaded and listened,by your thousands of brenches

(To the paper)