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walking around naked
inside the fallen
outsides
a masterpiece sorrow
against your fulled-up-fruits´ lips
without me
stare at the soul
still stairs
to nothing
´cause seems to you and me
standing to each other
like mirrors
like murderers
milk like
I´d rather have an ice-cream
with your taste
Oh… your taste!
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3 comentarios:
a taste of your skin in the back of the soul
perpetuate the impossible without conduct
do not ask me not to remain in you, let me be my own murderous
because between you and me .. the convex mirrors yesterday released the desire
and to remove that piece of vermell ... undress again that stairway, ladder eternal ... to you.
I often wonder where he finds your puff of smoke in the auditorium of the temple
Alli .. always your taste.
(s commas for your space)
petons muasssssssssssssss
Cómo para hacerle sentir la libertad a los labios, que buscan llegar más allá de los cremosos respiros...
Amo los ice cream en las noches de apagón...with your taste/Oh… your taste!
Besitos escarchados.
Dama, eternal ladder in memory and afections, tasty taste good friend, kisses and a hug!
Salud Lenys! De qué gustos? Oh, that taste, sure!
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