Juste a little poem
Whisper
Listen well to the wind,
his song . . . the music
that the wind sings to us human.
In this breeze of air,
in the melody that he tells,
if you listen well;
you shall feel on your face,
the anger of my heart . . .
During this same breathing,
your eyes will shout tears,
for this hate in my soul . . .
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EVIL MAG
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Evil Mag
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"Every time I close the door on reality, it comes in through the
windows"
"Every time I close the door on reality, it comes in through the
windows"