flamingo_road @ 2010-05-22T01:11:00
emotions so dense as not to want to disconnect. Like glue in your hair, on clothes. On white clothes. Like a kiss and a smile, a kiss and a smile. Violent feelings that they laugh, knowing in advance what to test my head.
And I could carry them, along with question marks in these days of these months, the next. My, those of others. If it is always so beautiful, I want to dream again.
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