"In this city, all are very handsome," she told you reaffirming your statement, just as they were about embracing on the train. Knew she was not his remains, which she had a nice couple of guys that break open. Also I knew that would incur in meeting with one of those beautiful boys who roamed the streets with shining blue eyes, just to feel comforted.
once tried to kiss her more, and she put the palms of your hands on your chest skinny, and I broke up enough to say I had a little sleep and wanted to lie on your shoulder much more squalid than a newborn deer.
You let her back his face and not embraced it, You hit your arms extended to the trunk and looked yours seasons pass. When did you had decided to leave the city frozen by handsome young men and women? If you could not even do something on yours, how would change the outlook in the midst of so handsome, so many bodies that made you feel a ravenous beast that waited for the huge predator left some loopholes that you could swallow; those remains were enough to leave wounded on the verge of annihilation every bone roías hurt you more than your mouth, and blood, blood waiting to languish without anything else to happen and had to return after the bushes to wait, but you did not want Another attack and other leftovers that hurt you.
The seasons passed and went up and down hundreds of beautiful specimens, perhaps thousands of spectra that you invited me to be indifferent to yourself to reinforce your conviction that she would feel better and let you back in your own state of solitude, walking lurking, hoping to find someone who does not devour you. You remembered
allusions made you mate fairy who lived in the apartment with you: "Here are nice, as well as how to catch it dirty, make you feel pork and that's what I like" could not find the difference between a homosexual and a woman at the time to address the handsome boys, were the receptacles themselves all the fury and life lived between the legs of these beautiful behemoths. You
in the city of handsome: You are loaded with anemia, the hunger of days gone by undercooked pasta and long walks which afflicted your hooked and crooked legs. The seasons passed, and I posed as a train smash your body (the wait, those moments when you'd driven by the indifference of iron) and we suggest that the assault was equal to her professed compassion for you.
were heading the department in which they were sleeping. There find hundreds of copies scattered across the floor, a plate with scrambled egg remnants you forgot to wash that morning and she would tell you organize everything for a moment: All the near future was a virtuality.
station you came and you moved your head, she took your hand as if they were engaged. Not yet had the energy to say goodbye with the same ease with which he took off his clothes when left alone with nothing else to do.
once tried to kiss her more, and she put the palms of your hands on your chest skinny, and I broke up enough to say I had a little sleep and wanted to lie on your shoulder much more squalid than a newborn deer.
You let her back his face and not embraced it, You hit your arms extended to the trunk and looked yours seasons pass. When did you had decided to leave the city frozen by handsome young men and women? If you could not even do something on yours, how would change the outlook in the midst of so handsome, so many bodies that made you feel a ravenous beast that waited for the huge predator left some loopholes that you could swallow; those remains were enough to leave wounded on the verge of annihilation every bone roías hurt you more than your mouth, and blood, blood waiting to languish without anything else to happen and had to return after the bushes to wait, but you did not want Another attack and other leftovers that hurt you.
The seasons passed and went up and down hundreds of beautiful specimens, perhaps thousands of spectra that you invited me to be indifferent to yourself to reinforce your conviction that she would feel better and let you back in your own state of solitude, walking lurking, hoping to find someone who does not devour you. You remembered
allusions made you mate fairy who lived in the apartment with you: "Here are nice, as well as how to catch it dirty, make you feel pork and that's what I like" could not find the difference between a homosexual and a woman at the time to address the handsome boys, were the receptacles themselves all the fury and life lived between the legs of these beautiful behemoths. You
in the city of handsome: You are loaded with anemia, the hunger of days gone by undercooked pasta and long walks which afflicted your hooked and crooked legs. The seasons passed, and I posed as a train smash your body (the wait, those moments when you'd driven by the indifference of iron) and we suggest that the assault was equal to her professed compassion for you.
were heading the department in which they were sleeping. There find hundreds of copies scattered across the floor, a plate with scrambled egg remnants you forgot to wash that morning and she would tell you organize everything for a moment: All the near future was a virtuality.
station you came and you moved your head, she took your hand as if they were engaged. Not yet had the energy to say goodbye with the same ease with which he took off his clothes when left alone with nothing else to do.
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