I began weaving round ends,
followed by the end of early irregular
I opted for part-time incessantly from the silences,
fears I finished with hieroglyphs of words absent from the minor ideas. Confused
used the dictionary to the back of French synonyms. Since then I could not sleep. Since that night that I can not hear the screams and erase the traces of your fingers on my skin.
makes my voice with the heat of your touch, I felt up to the toes.
sighed all to no avail.
Walking through the streets in full apoquindo the lights begin to remind me that branding move, which shook me to my ears, which I crawled up the tabs, unbridled ecstasy unconsciously go again.
A everyone likes to see what we see, but we never take the side of what really happens. Every end is a beginning and every beginning is part of any order .
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