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"There’s a smiley face glued to my attention, not something real I could take for a hidden rainbow, but a mixture of two sleepy colours which perfectly go together with the attitude of a leader. All an impossible conqueror needs are another few seconds of visually spoken lines and this never-more perfect symmetry in blues will cross the border of a simple gaze, thus caringly compel the answers to be safely understood. While falling asleep and waking up, the endearing eyes that grabbed all the interest and awareness of being present sneak in white sheets every two days. And you’d think that my hands are stiff, however we would both be wrong, as each breath is softly breathing the flawless combination of melodious smiles and silent music. And for the third time this morning I whisper:“Wake up, dreamy charm.”
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