bite the glass of his eyes.
The journey has begun, I know ...
I see trading in the seat next to him, careless with fingernails scratching the surface of your wallet. We
children. And men. And women sleepers.
No one knows what awaits us in the next second. But we want more.
We have not yet defined our musical tastes. We gathered in tribes, at times we are stranded on the accounting class.
bondi When stopped, I went to the newsstand. Page and watch I bought today. September 1987. We are talking about the day of spring.
Fortunately ... now I know where I am. I see it, thinning day by day as the victim of a gypsy curse.
are hormones, you may think.
But really is this love that consumes me. The first great love.
That kills you bit by bit, because you do not know how to use.
Wear a walkman and hair gel stopped. Adrian has it too long and becomes a kind of reel so that the school does not see it.
My big picture it is a shirt with a picture of pianos in the slots. But maybe I'm confused. Perhaps this is later.
There are a couple of new partners after 21 September. Some unimagined. Others were seen coming.
She is not alone. Neither do I.
She is with another.
I accompanied her ghost and shaggy red hair and a voice that breaks my heart to shreds, defying gravity ... and staying in a complete state of levitation.
Imagination. Despair.
Passion, Precision.
Disappearance.
Prison.
She is still here. Yesterday I spoke with her. Will took another line. A cat with me wearily confirm that I am right.
shiver, as the light of their skin fills my chest.
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