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rainbows of January are aliens industry. autopsies still suffered with the handcuffs. with their wrists linked by a long breath. the trauma of toilet paper. "You have your years, but they've never really possessed." the dishonor of the true last April colored. South American window and its diseases. anhydride on the rooftops fired. another window that shows colors for hours. and then even the smell of gunpowder that can only be that cool, if you live by yourself. words cut out from your clothes wet paper. words derailed from your destiny dance wasted. breaths and then less elongated. we waited a short trip. blurred by the wet dust that enters the corridors of the city. and do not forget I finished

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feel the plan. still have a bed on the head. as we watched the sun rise easily. caresses nocturnal, but melatonin. simplifying the silence in the colored layers. differently from the way of weighing. less impossible to tear. the lack of Christmas. out of the resuscitation and wait for the bus. everything remains there. less intermittent streetlights arrests. the shiny mathematical expressions without touching the internal dimension. new words and depressions saved. wearing tight lime in the neck. increased from except that they do not heat anymore. rivers, atmospheric feel a reaction. buttoned the streets. Mahnmal . breakfast embarrassing and heroic works. one thousand guns brittle reaching equilibrium wasted. secretly aiming at the right note. intercepted wounds on his hands. things happen. "Far unknown pleasures." the self-styled things. Messages Greek profile. minimum impressive. settled on the conduct of the primary vibrations. that fuel elective your hunger. external leaks. stray dogs and singers. return without a fight that has exiled. conventional tables. sound outside screaming cosmonauts healthy. hating recovered in flight. but while remaining faithful to the judgments without borders. scale abandoned to the streets in a hurry. the office of employment without lucia . everything that I did not say expecting out of the circus. two lies. francesca did not return alive. What will the names unrecognizable. stray noises significantly risky. bonds of love within us. gazing dimly at night executed. screams in the other stories in a row. tears less familiar. responses comfortable. call me at home. responds to what? when you do not cry for the vacuum. There is a strange cloud lucky, no ideas, he does not know where you are

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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