religion there has never been for all those wounds left open on the bedside table before going to sleep. went away in silence. because they have no doors panic morgue. two different possibilities, as if I am not enough. I just thought the snow and foreign. to us that we never tame enough on the ice glass, all its clouds of smoke and the lights out. and then you could not tell me what I thought. could not be rendered harmless diseases of September. rate without a price. as if they sterilizing hands you I could dance on the latest agreements, without falling into silence with that hurt. without that then we had never spoken with eyes untied. So much that you could not tell me what I weighed. you could not make it undesirable as the morning of September. the rain that hard to get and hard to believe that hot. cultivating the simple trust without thinking of the return. then why not close your eyes. then why not ask the eyes . a lawn without stones. chest without a net. cultivating mistrust without thinking of the flashback. as if your diaphragm air could realize more and more. tired of us and the eyes bright and clear. others. full of expectations never satisfied. adventurers no evening. adventures, no thirst. without this meaning a smile, I turn to get you. without having to satisfy the most dream of your hair. and then wake up as a survived with broken lips. I would like to go to claim. but then returned to speak without demolishing the room. sit no longer wonder why no one does now some questions. and then I think about it too. then we find those memories without rehabilitation, which still could not walk. I stop him shout at me visto che tu sai dove venire a cercarmi. e lo fai sempre senza preoccuparti di dovermi necessariamente trovare cosciente. e allora inizi a pensare, forse, che vivere nel frigo non sia poi così stimolante. che i tagli non servono per respirare
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