Scar of the wind

The sky is crying arrogance of love, of fragrance, suffering,
the air is so cold and warm temperature
so talking and wishing everything what we could be,
the wind the wind gives me the perfection of stay breathing for you did not confess absolutely is so perturbed says it feels much pain as a sad day and is hot to remember the failure of the past ,to let pass all things,it feel more comfortable, and the only thing that was impossible it is to feel the feeling of wanting,and all I feel today so into me is that yes, yes I'm fine but at the door of the world air fleet,It vanishes and feels the pain of the world loves.

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