Brown said the table,
after less than 5 buttons in their place.
With her hand then I imitated but your
I had only had four fingers.
Then I put my foot.
Then I got up,
I hurt my back. Then
You hit me, but I laughed
, that is, grinning ...
I shone the candy in my eyes, my cocktail
to color the horizon warped by your touch
turbulent.
I was so happy to be free to reach have been better.
I only know that the desk is always fun,
separates you from a lot of people and can unite you with
numerossissimi assholes.
Just clean it all, cut their hair,
to know that he could not forget even with tasfusioni ...
nostrils have a long memory, more than me.
(not shaking anything in pages, I was not before I knew the strip
dust. Fault of the hands.
always something else.
And I felt the earth only by staying on the skin,
not counting the months, limiting the number)
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