Love dries quickly, this crazy but there is no lie in her fire. Without having known you wanted that feeling of looking at old photographs in exile. I miss that I love you stutter at dawn, while this bloody tragedy became slurred inaction, the absolute sadness bubbling smiling. But the phone does not ring while the heels accidentally come and go through the window of my heart. Alone and hopeless as the adage of a rock, this strange form of insanity, waiting for death as a traffic sign in the desert, let me dream of outbreaks of the moon, the loneliness of tic-tac. So tired and maimed, a body without a soul, I remember wet and open like a flower in the rain I devoured the cock and then the heart.
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