Maria
Bloom
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1. Clear mind and forced mind think the same... About forgiveness, but
the cobweb of doubts shivers from words... still untold...
2. Slave of time was born in shirt from cracks and roots of nowadays, he
dosn't watch beyound the horizon... Count is on...
3. Scab of our consciousness is a mask, is a cocoon, is a coffin for senses!
Soon only one trace will stay on our cheek - echo from us...