"trains arrive only when there is silence." the past does not return the bodies of those who falls into. and you prefer your bosom to cry. I would say that Bologna had to have an answer. but there was nothing to be redone. "No one can sleep on the beach." that things are exchanged. and not lie back in the colors of the prose. then the night desert surprise us aphasic after a day and we'll be even worse. to forget to breath shortened. with the flower in your head that never gets wet. Show me a day with the set meal. without dying in prison. lull in hand so I will speak of the kisses of the cement. refined theories of days in Russia. nausea sweet and mirtazapine. so I would say that Bologna had to have a rescue. but there was nothing to burn. "Want to die?". and never stop killing people. the cielocrakingviola escapes without us. then the night desert will save us after a year asphyxiated. longbeach with oxygen from flowers. after a year inaccurate. because it belongs to us only the sight and imagination of the above-vival concrete behind it. else that brulica e piove รจ solo deiezione. ma me ne accorgo solo dopo che hai pianto sete. e poi rate felici. per riuscire anche solo a parlarti
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