Where the words end.
My silences, begin A beam of golden rays emerges within craving for the state of “Self-consciousness” which will blow my emptiness and mindlessness away.
Where, do you came from.
What’s, your identity?
Where do you belong?
The ancient skies pass over when you’re along.
Do, you rule me?
Or, did you hypnotize me?
I felt brainless, boneless and did feel paralyze of stupidity through you.
Your “Concerns” for my life, psyche and soul are that I seek and search for from you.
Thank-U; for taking the time to noticing.
Respectfully your’s, Mr. Charles Arthur Soule´ in praise of you and your work’s on me.
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