ntial of saliva that direct dirijiose throat. Of dealers, the world breaks strings and read a journeyman card, indifferent, alerts only when the phone sounds a tone. Will hopefully a sign of my divinity to be human again and I desexorcise the monster that eats my insides. Will the lapels embroidered his name trying to be lost forever. Everything is predestined to infinity not, thus making a balance that will last forever. A postcard on top of the table and an envelope with the names of people who forgot they existed, are lost in an attic and hypocrisy of my carelessness ... or yours. I feel awkward and final hypothesis of this berengenal of nonsense is that it gives me an evil dream. I think the dormitaña not let me think. Is it so bad the evil itself in this case? Perhaps, as I need. Mouths full of green canaries sing the gift of hope to fall asleep. Upon awakening, plastic knives cut the memory and since they are single use, will be deleted and tell me a secret burial that never existed. Careciente despair Inherte candle wax, turns, but never falls apart, for good or for ill. I hope that the desire to be placed between my strengths and want to know anything worthwhile, but Ashima, I'd rather have what I have, which is written virtuósamenteen on the line where the desire is lacking. Hugs to my arms with a pillow and not vice versa, is what gives life to hope ... the hope of wanting to feel that thisnight, I have to wish, for self-love that is special.
Oblivion is to remember that it was. White
Jocker
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