The roads were empty streets, dark. The light had vanished.
seemed
five in the morning - it was my night in the sun.
I like a little you, and the idea of \u200b\u200byou too, but I'm not sure. And perhaps not in quite ironic reasons, virulent. I woke up thinking about how I would have eaten the uncertainty if it were not for the verve of your eyes I waited near the end of the night to go out, "under my care, of course, and through in your mouth, and mine, and my toes. was uncertain, as the typical teen movie scene as a director, do not know whether to repeat the word, or leave as is. Or just put it on the DVD, under the scenes "erased" are only few people by Puritan "accession" to the characters. The gelatinitas of colors, those that had erased itself, and the people who was also there, as well as cold. But your lips, nor every thing you did since I came to make me feel good - much more than good, great.
And now I just do not know. Comedian, right? The first time in a long time I feel every one of the things I recorded was feeling, and no. It is the limbo, really. You can not let go of one phase and start the next. It's exactly like getting caught in a blackout. Maybe many people agree that sometimes the transitions are much better, but in this case appear to reverse the effects. I have only one question, and one: "Where is my stage 'femme fatale'?" Behind those glasses, perhaps, or at the next party - do not know. What I do know is that my cowardly tendencies need to go, really, but so far never lose sight of how to stop, and you, then I think you should make merit nombrecito you decide to wear.
do not know if you noticed, but I wanted to get closer to your lips more times than I can count on one hand, three hundred and twenty candles or missionary. I wish I had been more diligent, and have said each of the things I had in mind. I'll just say that today I eat any uncertainty. Thanks.
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