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.... : "... how is it that all people who are just in love are tha same in all matters nd ways... see in their eyes the father or mother of yr children... their heartbeat is yr every breath... their own dissappointment is yr teardrop...soft thoughts coming from pure moments, pure feelings, feelings with a strong sence of passion even though it might be the creditor of yr life... how is it... to be in love with just everything nd nothin... have it then loose it but still never let go... how is it... being in front of a window eyes lost in the volted sky, still returning to yr own sweet witchcrafts sorrounded by yr swweet memories nd flashbacks relieving each moment , each touch... each...each... everything untill smt someone wakes u up ... returns u to what i it really is nd happens within nd without... am just a gazer... searchin for anythin specific and general... wanting many but none...wanting smt though knowing tht it will never be... no maatter what still ... there... goin back nd forth... why? ... al bcz of being in love... in love with what nd who? ok... am answerin ... the answer is 'life' my own 'life'.... by doccia..."