the spontaneous drawing to race around the sky. the silent films that you would make me company. with the sea in the sun. wiping off the cold of the raids. against the appropriate opportunity to find dried up. the maze of red arms. with the affected sense of inadequacy that binds me to the ceiling. while I do not speak. with eyes narrowed to a "yes" boundless. we solved the wars thinner. without clothes to get out alive. we rewrote the most massacres unarmed. with the deaths indifferent. for your shoulders smaller and smaller. but you can distract my broken parts. while everything falls within our elastic cords that hold no more. that certain things can only decide after the end. the "ten broken ribs" in 815 days at sea. that when we talk about comics to reread. such gestures are not only not need words to color. black
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and do not cover enough, to feel cold and then hear something that makes you at least not transparent in the room. Home rewritten with sunglasses. single ticket with its original titles. What have you inside the sea. 've learned that if you want to go somewhere it is best to do it alone. those days on which you have always faded in the face who has just been crying. redesigning the city with a better fate. with the music we systematically deluded . preservative things that we built without sweating. but still running away from it all. that when you listen and do not speak for me, that I have to cancel without too many boundaries. sleek and fast with his hands in the center of the brain that I can not find. the rear-wheel drive on Friday. with the age of one who raises his voice to die in summer. running away from everyone until the dark. because I dressed with care, so that seemed to smile even if I did not really ever really. but it was not your fault. "And we think we have one star, but we do not fight with the mica. We could not. Even if they wanted." why do not choke me with his face in a corner and all the rest of the room in order isometric. behind. our months profoundly different from the steam densoerosa . think less when the unusual wellness exploits stories. that governs the economic essence of a price. our highlighter tape that distort all. something that makes you at least in my breathable concavity. because you just do not get too bad. because the days If we choose not to, just like today
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and do not cover enough, to feel cold and then hear something that makes you at least not transparent in the room. Home rewritten with sunglasses. single ticket with its original titles. What have you inside the sea. 've learned that if you want to go somewhere it is best to do it alone. those days on which you have always faded in the face who has just been crying. redesigning the city with a better fate. with the music we systematically deluded . preservative things that we built without sweating. but still running away from it all. that when you listen and do not speak for me, that I have to cancel without too many boundaries. sleek and fast with his hands in the center of the brain that I can not find. the rear-wheel drive on Friday. with the age of one who raises his voice to die in summer. running away from everyone until the dark. because I dressed with care, so that seemed to smile even if I did not really ever really. but it was not your fault. "And we think we have one star, but we do not fight with the mica. We could not. Even if they wanted." why do not choke me with his face in a corner and all the rest of the room in order isometric. behind. our months profoundly different from the steam densoerosa . think less when the unusual wellness exploits stories. that governs the economic essence of a price. our highlighter tape that distort all. something that makes you at least in my breathable concavity. because you just do not get too bad. because the days If we choose not to, just like today
