বৃহস্পতিবার, ২৬ মার্চ, ২০১৫

Time has gone been

Time has gone been on missing and getting. Where the steady of time? Still is blind.
Animal born, they were born.
where?
On eye, in time, onto thought?
Every life leading is a project, project of illusion. Illusion is the insect of movement. Illusion always for aspirations .Fucking death come please over the tune. you are real so, friendly real. Only for a real you, they and animal are born. Every born either burning or shaking . Inertia of motion or steady of motion namely drown picture only in the borne on establishment.

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