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Cristal Love

Cristal Love This is a great tea, I love it, creates an amazing life in my sleep. Deep Walking in a cristal land, just walk and see the stunning scenery The landscape of my secret part of mind’s projected a loved desire Yes, I met with someone in this dreamy desire, glittering attractivity Magnetic, oh painful silent love in a heart, just say something mind She is my cristal love. I dreamed of this lady and realized only love Thank you life, this feeling of the only one desire, comes from love Love comes from love, hah, but where is the origin? Heart? Where? ‘In a cristal heart.’ Said Satan. ‘Where is it?’ I asked. ‘In.’ He replied. ‘Come to me. Step in my love, Cristal's heart is your home. Just come.’ Said a cristal lady. She walked towards me, a fascinating otherworldly creature. She magnetized me. Just walk and walk. We met. A glance. A castle. I was drawn in. I walked up the stairs to an impressive huge castle A huge crystal heartbeat in the middle of this imposing skybuilding A crystal door is open. I stet into this heart. Cold love feeling. Why? The lady is offended, angry, accusing, hating. But she still loves me. ‘Always.’ She said. The door closed behind me. I am her only slave. I woke up. Where am I? It’s not my room. I am a Cristal statue on the shelf. In a display cabinet. She came, and cleaned her room, touching me She wiped the dust off me. ‘You are mine, forever.’ She said and was gone. She left a cup of wine front of me Suffering I can’t drink it. ‘She did love magic to you.’ Said Satan. ‘So, I am her slave.’ I said. ‘No. You are a part of her heart.’ Said Satan. Love Magic Fate Heart Mine too of a cristal demon’s

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