Virgil Schröder
Disordered in his own home, Such as would be outlined to his last moment—His destiny will be guided by another scribble, Confused, But, So sure that this, The end, Would not be as near as it seemed. Two souls who would choose solitude, Perhaps eternal, Seeing their fears so well infiltrated in security collide in a way that was ironic, So assiduous. People in such different realities, Their subconscious minds seemed to recognize themselves since millennial years. The coincidence did not exceed this limit, She tore another. Such a new sensation that took away stomach pains, Delimited a new trail especially winning.
About Virgil Schröder
Disordered in his own home, Such as would be outlined to his last moment—His destiny will be guided by another scribble, Confused, But, So sure that this, The end, Would not be as near as it seemed. Two souls who would choose solitude, Perhaps eternal, Seeing their fears so well infiltrated in security collide in a way that was ironic, So assidu...Read more