Maybe I precipitated over her. Tell me, write me in letters or speak in my hear.
Can you hear my heart ? Do I need to speak ?

I dream about her mind… and I dream again.
I try to imagine her enigmas, her questions, but she won’t allow it, it’s all but a play, I can’t let this happen again…
Evil isn’t in you but in everyone, so I presume, so I live and when good transpires, i’m shooting !

I would like to know you, and to know… but this never as only one side.
Like logic and reason have any place in this…

Money is low but we are always ready for the multiplication.

Maybe i’ll get tired again by writing. I already wrote two pages, does size matter ?
I don’t think so, a book can have only 20 or 30 pages, it’s still a book.

This isn’t a book, but thank you for reading.

Tic-Toc the clock is ticking.

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