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Walking in the Woods

Walking in the woods is an incredible time
Always. Just missing the time. All the time
All the time. Every time. Missing life is far

So far
So far

Loving the past, only an evil woman
Loved her being. Was the love her love
I love the presence of life here. Of her.  

Her life was false. A rich woman killed a poor guy
I loved an English woman. I don’t want to meet
this woman. Anymore. Yes. English woman. Loved

Love gone
Love off

Memory
Memories 

Forerst breeze
Hiding a ray of sunshine

“How are you?” Asks Satan.
“I don’t know. I have no feelings or emotions.” I said.
“You have no feelings. You said.” Said Satan.

“Then how can you write about feelings?” Asks Satan.
“From my broken heart,” I answered.
“Broken heart. You. You?? Your heart broke the break.” Said Satan.

“Is she a fracture? I can’t believe that. She likes to kill.” I said.
“True. She is a psychopath. She enjoyed your suffering.” Said Satan.
“She is a sad case,” I said. “True. Your mental poison. English?” Satan reacted.

Yes. Life sometimes looks like poison. Hmm. Poison. English or unrecognized
I just don’t understand my life. The situation. The situations. 
“ Your situations. Not yours. Get out. Get off. Follow. – Satan said.

“Follow what?” – I asked. “Follow who?” – Asked Satan. 
“Follow me. I am Satan. Freedom. Poor pure life yours.” Said Satan.
“ How can I do that?” I asked. “From mind,” Answered my Satan.

“Understand. I live in the mind.” I said. “In the mind. In mine.” Said Satan.
“Love is an illusion,”  I said. “It’s true,” said Satan. “Continue your love,” said Satan
“There is no love”, I said. “There is a missed love. There is evil love
“She is dark," said my Satan. “No. unrecognized,” I said. “Never get poisoned,” said Satan.

“My life is poison”, I said.
“Poison”, said Satan.

“Hell. My life is hell”, I thought.
“English or unrecognized”, Satan Said.

“I don’t need”, I said.
“You don’t need”, said Satan.
“Yes. No unrecognized woman.” I said.

“That’s right”, said my Satan.
I don’t want that impression of that person
I don’t want atheist psychology, too
In my life

“In your life. Anywhere?” asked Satan.
“ Purity. This is what I need.” I said.
“So, you don’t need an unrecognized partner.” Said Satan.
“Never,” I replied to Satan.

“That’s right. You are correct.” Said my Satan.
“Be healthy. Very important.” I noted.
“Have you met with her?” Asked my Satan.

“Unfortunately, yes. She is Erma.“ I answered.
“Do not meet with that lady anymore.” Said Satan.
“I don’t like it anymore. I feel nauseous.” I said.

Life is disturbed. By unrecognized distuingness. English psychology.
I need the original life.  Given by God. Love this Satan
My Satan. Because my life is hell.

My life is hell
Everybody knows it

Just a life
“Just a life.” Repeated my Satan.

Only a life
Satan

“Your life destroyed.” Said Satan.
“I don’t want life,” I said.

“Then?” Asked my Satan.
“Just space. Only space. No love.” I answered.

“Perfect view.” Said Satan.
“I am blind,” I said.
“Follow me.” Said my Satan.

Last hope. The last hope. Last. Last hope. 
The Satan. Saver. My saver. True helper. 
Where is the right way? 

“There is no right way”. Said my Satan.
“Follow me. You are not a foreign person there,” Said Satan.
“You are a European.” Said my Satan. 

I am a European. A human. Not an unrecognized.
Just a life lover. Truth seeker. Destroyed love.
Nothing in my hand. Empty my heart. Dried love

“Disgusting person destroyed your life.” Said Satan.
“Unrecognized?” Asked Satan.
“Yes. She is an unrecognized person.” I answered.

“No more unrecognized woman.” Said Satan.
“No unrecognized woman and the same psychology,” I said.
“That is the right way.” Said Satan.

I am a human. Creature. A creature. Of God
I love God. The creator. Creator. Loved God.
Needed just. Love. Unrecognized psychology killed.

Our love. Our love. I loved an English woman.
“No more love there!” Recommended my Satan. “Finish.”

“No more.” I have no more love—destroyed loves.
No more. Unrecognized. I need pure and poor. Loved.

“You have a right. Woman.“ She is far. So far.
“Be with me. I want to love.” Decaying love.

No love
Here

Could you leave me?
Live me

Just walk
Woods

Poor green life
A loving heart

Just walking
Alone
In a hidden life

I love you
Life
You

Please
Walk
In the woods

Someone
Loves
You
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