sometimes ...
Sometimes the reason lies in a hidden place in our brain and the soul is freed from his chains.
Sometimes the heart beats so hard, we heard the sound vibrating and is stuck so that we can not ignore.
Sometimes, plant, my heart, my soul and my brain, I want at once and provided intensity that I am not sure if there may be a force like that going.
An atomic bomb explodes under my ribs, leaving a sweet taste radiation all over my body, and how sad it bursts forth, and the pain becomes pleasure.
Sometimes my brain needs to think of something and whispers to my soul in search of ideas, that's when my heart pumps your name all over my body ... I need you around all the time
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