my favorite. I know you 
And now you're already moving before my eyes and I have seven days without your hands to shake. This morning I thought that one day instead of coming out in the center we get lost in the quarters do not know, like the time I miss a turn and I found this shop that looked like a beautiful art gallery with all the famous paintings printed on posters and on the covers of the diaries and that there was a smell of paper inside that you almost dressed. I see you in the head and I imagine your lips plastic cigarette smoke from the windows, with their feet on the toilet, legs leanest in the world. And I needed to let you know that whenever I speak for a moment, lose myself. Every hand that I move her hair behind the ears has a different flavor, and my favorite is you.
And now you're already moving before my eyes and I have seven days without your hands to shake. This morning I thought that one day instead of coming out in the center we get lost in the quarters do not know, like the time I miss a turn and I found this shop that looked like a beautiful art gallery with all the famous paintings printed on posters and on the covers of the diaries and that there was a smell of paper inside that you almost dressed. I see you in the head and I imagine your lips plastic cigarette smoke from the windows, with their feet on the toilet, legs leanest in the world. And I needed to let you know that whenever I speak for a moment, lose myself. Every hand that I move her hair behind the ears has a different flavor, and my favorite is you. 
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