Beckett friend ... you make me feel that even in an area of marionette, splicing rope hidden behin

what I would do without this world without ever face questions where neither be but for a moment that each moment is reversed into empty oblivion of being without this wave where finally will collapse together body and shadow thing would never do without this silence abyss Whispers panting furiously Relief love without this sky that rises on the dust of its ballast
Beautiful.
Beckett friend ... you make me feel that even in an area of marionette, splicing rope hidden behind a door, no memory remains and lost in a whisper incessant voices furiously yearn to love well maybe not alone, maybe that's okay, you start from here.
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