Sometimes then you remember how we smile and do it almost hiding to me, that's been a long, long time now, ever since I saw you laugh. and laughed.
Days go by like trains on my feet that I have even more strength to curse and just start to resign on a mission to mission. Missionary underdeveloped as my sense of modesty that what I say I love you tell me it's eight o'clock and I take it preclude irony even when fate is to take another street in another life.
Then when I became a doctor I prescribed a transfusion of my blood for you to be immune, but you were already, and are explained so many things I took notes and I punched the wall in the hospital and the points that I can say to be a tough ride and tease me for sure.
You then play in Shanghai with my bones and everyone can get out alive should teach me how to do it.
There is neither the pencils or the notifications that pop up like pimples. Lost in the ether and Italic hinterland that crushes his fingers as the doors of the cars double parked under the house, that when you were waiting in front, we entered from behind. But you will not find her, and I'm not a boxer. On the calendar
sign of xi with the days when we've seen in November and is a minefield and I am too clumsy to get out alive. I'm not like you, alas.
E 'in 2010 which then never feel, with great new technology of the century, is a declaration of Intent and the notary signature to my attempts to empty to let you know that it was not a coach. When
then poetry has become less and less and I could not longer compete with the faces. Dear you, dear to me but with a different linguistic meaning.
That last time I saw you, drunken dreams aside, I had dry lips, sleepy eyes and bones in sight. But everything is fading and I have a Delorean and you're out of reach as my phone if I'm in the kitchen in the province. And I'm not even a bicycle for me to cut the face from wind and brag of tears. I had laundry feelings. And now I lose
only.
Mattia Barro
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