♥ I affection with hugs ♥ ♥ ♥

♥ I affection with hugs ♥ ♥ ♥

Good is not measured with the face.

There are marked white hearts.

There are fluent good made.

And caching between corners sinister and suspicious.

Beauty is not measured by appearance.

It is a mistake to count only.

It might be behind the beauty of the appearance of nastiness.

Not measured human sweetness sweetness of tongue.

How many words for swag Hassan.

Lies between their cm snake.

We are in the time they mingled with the mean.

In time we fear honesty.

And climbing on the shoulders of lying.

Immeasurable affection with hugs.

There for between unsteady.

And stab you in the back the dagger of betrayal.

Huge difference and buried.

Between advertiser and mobilizations.

Immeasurable happiness, laughing.

There wears the mask of smiles.

Under the mask saddened weghsat pain and moans

Life is not measured by the pulse of hearts.

There is his heart rot inside its ribs.

And there he was seen off by his conscience and died.

And on the other side another muffled by his breath.

And the third killed his sense of his tomb.

His eyes watched grieved him.

White is not measured by purity and black slag.

The shroud of white and black eyeliner.

And between them dwells the difference.

Not measured the brains of ages.

How small his witty.

How much an empty mind is empty.

Slandering exhibitions with my characters.

What holds my heart unable to pen prose.

And threw it Outrigger Habré.

Few in my blood being.