VisI_Oni.
see you.
dead eyes that tend look at me making their way between strands
aRanciatAgrunge -cap and a veil démodé, effervescent aspiri_na.
bOlli_Cine.
down from heaven?
[Ohhhhh Stup (R) hours of my corneas]. We cover
ragged clothes and dirty, but where have you been?
're famous, you know?
you sell.
Sell your image.
stroke my creature, as if nothing (f) Osse, with your cold, bony hand and see your nail polish rouge imperfect, and bites you eat the cuticles of the fingers, like me!
You sit close, yes, of course, I have to go on.
amazement, I'm not surprised.
[long drag of Ossi_nIcotina and silences. You stare at me. You drive.]
if you like licking a bit 'of these stamps and send out a bit coulor_mulTi' cartO_line of hell? Your
smile and fluorescent, are all these bright stars dawning in the distance, Arti_ficI_Ali sweetened sour notes.
[you and me on the pavement, listening Blew, arias inconveniently disrupted].
from the beginning, I would offer you a drink of something strong, but my throat has already absorbed the entire contents of the bottle.
I look through the glass vial of ethanol squinting one eye.
right back?
And where do you go?
lathes?
Leave me your pledge Aure_Ola, beautiful and ever changing, now decked with those glimpses of my mane grEEnbOttle.
Wow, I Now I feel, are confused by reflections and the eye can see only saturazini.
And here back in a hurry, a brown jute bag full of bottles.
alcohol from paradise, offers me.
While your contrO_figurA He stands on the altar and to the right or left of GrandecApo, you drank a liter of potions in the basement hilarious.
Tell me about your (dis) ease, you get bored and stay as effigy hung on walls and pendants.
It's better than not being on the cross? You laugh and whisper hoarsely, to tears.
[Let's have fun, please.
not pray I pray, I pray].
the failure of the time, our eye are auroras.
Wear socks with holes in them now and veste_sotto a glossy, perforated by thoughts, smashed flat shoes from mud and rain, I'm sorry, I had better.
you like it?
Ghostfreak I have every time I (S) flowers, the intoxicating smell of your paPa_VerO, as I design a skin, indelibly, buzzing, Orfo-morfeico on my hard chest profile.
support my head on your knees, I want the truth (TI) Gini ethyl spirit, we fixed the Pup (s) Pille interminably, then lowered her eyelashes and sighed.
I feel your soft lips on mine.
Flame Red cheeks, limono with a sacred religious icon.
[A_men.]
We shake hands and jump into the gap again and again.
sigh.
not find you when I wake up and for that I would not sleep anymore.
It 'our time has expired.
Fuck the Sun, the Light.
[Moans].
Slow Dose_Over in your arms. Oh
Ma_Donna.
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