"This was our daily routine to keep up appearances in a background of strident antagonism." IW
I hate to be a doll.
I brush my hair please? Do not make me wear that dress
, I beg you.
I needed air more than anything else. The
too much and the stillness. Upload
, turn the crank, I will dance for you, your feet are carrilon nailed this mirror and I followed every giravolata ... in the making.
Caress your fingertips,
I come here for years and years of ecological disasters,
oil has fouled the pink of my tu_tù.
tu_tto It hurts and I do not touch anything.
flavor.
What does it taste like a human being mean?
the moment is indescribable.
not hear my retinas, talk with your hands, please.
Or please ... I beg you, put myself on my knees and I ask you to tears ... ignorami.
Ignorami completely, because there are waterfalls that defy the forces natural water flows to the source, does not run into the sea.
tributaries and estuaries. ...
many terms to be able to go crazy ....
Aware dell'incosistente unconsciousness.
I have a sick addiction.
I put a card on the table and shattered into dust letters ABCDEFGHKLS) éXJSOXPX for purposes .... Align a long line kilometers and I aspire to. The
feel up to speed indiscrivibili, sharp slide on your beard ... oh Benjamin Franklin would never have been able to invent quest'oblio?
Sad and dried.
I love being a doll.
With lace, ceramic look on the shelf ... ..
you drive.
I brush my hair please?
If then with your finger you can make it ... untie these knots stubborn, those who block my stomach and throat.
Use the nerves that are up there and weave a dress for me TUTTOPIZZA and fluffy, a bit red and a little gray ... I'll sing for you.
I will sing the deeds of heroes, no heroines,
pierced by needles of swordsmen and wizards.
Those who extract from the cylinder White Rabbit,
"No ... they are not magicians quelli” mi fai notare
…sono presti_giA_tori.
In un angolo attendo l’ABRACADABRA della fata,
che mi liberi dal drago,
che mi trasformi in d_iO.
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