It roars, and it is the door of all souls that exist. It tends to take one's diversity of maturity in understanding the straw above all means... the hate, the love, the irresistible and the responsible. It brings love, by souls that need it as a stage to perform, as a theater to display all the power beneath the lunatic reflection. It sounds vivid but one may ask, one may call, one may tell but one never could predict.... it's prophecy is like a live in 3011. It has one, where every human is dying to live to the fullest of it, sounds vivid and beyond those lucid sights. Every eyes that watches, every tears that moves, every pain that lures, it tells how it could be the best and the worst scenario in one's. Every wish is answered by all barriers and wynds that it brings... by those tacit turn that stream every lives detour. Like a drawless mirror, It swings through all those pendulum and red ravishing view of panoramic eyes. It flies like a faded frames and pictures arcade, that cost a love, passion, and even in a harlequin contour of fetid slinger. This is it, the past, the present and the indeed future are in it's bare-naked arms of hope. It can make changes through those ceaseless emoticon, that seeks the impossiblity of it. This could be the last, live to the fullest, making the best of it's time beyond the pluperfect delusions.
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