(have I Already Taste my piece of one sweet love?)
[You're like an indian summer, in the middle of winter Like a hard candy
with a surprise center.]
Someone convicted
my asterisks and stars. I can not write as an excuse to have something to do. writing to comply, not to make my head feel good. My eyes are lost forever in a vacuum.
Where is that blessed Benavides to which all go?
vain I am thinking again about what to do. It is time to materialize and CAN NOT DO IT.
- What if I crash? -
- I would be shattered ...
(increasingly convinced me more) star was not born with.
This body had an owner but now sells to the highest bidder inevitably
Can you pay the price?
I've kissed my mouth both
belongs more I try to delete
,
friction
my lips against yours is useless
All Those people in the street, That I'll never get to Meet ♫
- The cramps in my belly, resulting in lack of accountability-
No, do not miss.
I do not want their products golosinarios
My lunch is still waiting in my house,
even if it's ten p.m.
and I never call to know how they are.
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