07/17/2018 A blind afternoon Never show love, just be condescending, and fall into the trap, faster than you think. And of course that bone protruding from his right collarbone, hard not to touch those shoulders. I felt my feet take me to the opposite direction, with the radiant form of voice, whispering softly, and progesively in each cloud of this beautiful canvas of neon colors and shades of smoke. .................................................. ...... -Hey, I want to finish smoking outside. -Let's go but do not walk barefoot (she goes barefoot) - Watching the sunset nourishes the soul, (recharged in the, in its outstanding clavicle) - If I believe it, see the last sunlight, it should be visual massage. -Inhale, it's almost dark. [His eyes red and lubricated, not by the grass but by the beautiful blindness of his spirituality] -...baby, dont cry - Lets go inside. -... -Hey -Euu, turn on the light,please -Do not - Where are you? (Plays an album of Moby "18") -What are we doing?
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