" I crumbled my thoughts ... "
Author - Helen Nova
" I crumbled my thoughts and they ,
Collecting fragments of thoughts on your palm, Revolution on the other. "
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I thought I loved about you ,
But the crumbling of thought on the lip ...
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But my thoughts crumbled again ...
crumble, crumbling , I thought the whole year ,
No me it does not understand
I crochet ( I confess ) to you
But do not come , do not peck ,
killing me, of course , on the spot ...
My soul flew out of my chest
Maybe fly and rasklyuet ...
Gathering the remnants of thought something like ,
I'll go to the pub and order brandy
And his soul again amused,
Verbena
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