When I thought it was a-hours, and instead was pure dentistry.
I wake up in a car parked in an empty Sunday morning and I stop to vomit in the corner that I asked you to pretend to-arms while I blow my nose. Our hangover
have pimples. We have the
--------- ----- ----- and that is they told me and went to breakfast --- --- Turin in the sacredness of the rain that is acid as for my awakening.
Singing songs in the living room and not hear me say that everything I need is in the fridge, you do not have nothing else to offer. We dwell on this with a biblical clarity and slurred speech upon you all to I-hour, all the - hours that I did not. More
.
---.
I wanted to tell you but I had to or subtitles with me. The
Bugiardini I proven wrong and that cough it seems we stopped on the highway and vomiting constantly. In this vodka I see your fists and my bruises.
The hi-five for the lo-fi sociopathy.
Then when I waited for a whole weekend I miss your posts abroad, we were not even strangers. Outside the gray solar time and you have white skin like me, and I melt. Nothing else in common.
Sindacalizzami too mn-our. When he
- - ----- and I'm at the same time. Distance
as if - ----- - was broken in half, like me. As ever.
The post-apocalypse of the day and hour after that change in the night - - ----- that is not the sunrise and I'm tired of shit between the torrential ------ cough out rain and hail in and - - --- --- -----. push
Since then I learned to swear.
I just more left shoes and I get on the wrong foot ecicredo.
Thinking on the stairs where - I-Handheld - ------ now fall down fractured limbs and the parts that do not fit the rest of us more as my fingers between the ribs you, I would have called --- ent sen. Forgive me. What
then I say to you stalker-hours and is perhaps only palindromes. Or a federal crime of which I denounce as I announced the timetable for the exchange stage.
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