Decline efectivale from thy shoulders the sheet, which is made of crumpled tenderness, the freshness that comes after sunset, when after the sun does not come any more ... clothes Eye on the ground: that storm! There is tenderness remains in the middle, as figures lost in the city where a storm came ... You start to wear you down, slowly, and is also tenderness that I wearing, to face out there that people that our tenderness walks smiling ... But no one dreams of the haste with which we undressed so we are alone!
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Decline efectivale from thy shoulders the sheet, which is made of crumpled tenderness, the freshnes
Decline efectivale from thy shoulders the sheet, which is made of crumpled tenderness, the freshness that comes after sunset, when after the sun does not come any more ... clothes Eye on the ground: that storm! There is tenderness remains in the middle, as figures lost in the city where a storm came ... You start to wear you down, slowly, and is also tenderness that I wearing, to face out there that people that our tenderness walks smiling ... But no one dreams of the haste with which we undressed so we are alone!
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