E 'already late with this buissimo sky, is in the ginlemon freezer to chill and I picked up wristbands from the floor, I do not know who will choose and then put them all, metallic gold and black recycled plastic, the neighbors screaming, I seek high-heeled buried under the bed.
I will plant in the belly than a sad songs that make you bend, you do not know if you want to cry or just disappear into the toilet and vomit from too much dining out badly.
Five more minutes and you'll be waiting for me with my back against a column of stone, his legs bandaged, skinny, we, that we belong but we never, never, never touched.
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