Jan.8.14
His wind driving sound,forces caterpillars upon me.they find me, and assume me sleeping.now I am anticipating, something I've never before from him possessed.his west, Indian rap is a weakness,that I can not control. he is a note in a sea of music-less bodies.he chills ,creates giggles,presents lil hints dressed in riddles. absent recognition ,it gets hard for him to listen to the things that I must say to make him mine. I want to hold your cries ,lullabies.I want to love you ;delta blues .I want to experience your wrongs sing-a-longs . this café noir has the scent of past had ;he is rustic and welcoming. I am a deep dark chocolate fanatic and with him I am glad.Beauty it turns out ,is tough ,and life is well impossible to extinguish ,he proves it. shyly my heart pounds loudly, accompanied by magnetic pull, adoration timidly projects. subtitle teases ,leaving displeases ,his melody ,floods my body and I hope this ain't surprising that I've been fantasizing.I Connote success with being the best. smiles are heard ,mouth parched of words ;music Doesn't just act as a mirror of the person that created it ;it PERFORMS that person .yeah ,oh ,there something about you
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