FW295

FW295

The Vulgar How to get out of this pain Which is immersed and exacerbates the suffering of only one hurt And unique. One glance to not kill, and discuss all the teardrop is the discovery of a layered and desecrated Heart Then there’s the current that drives me crazy And my wrists and chains around the impulse Of being sentenced to sick soul and dark This dust that shakes us intruded by sen- taken And most of the physically ubiquitous va- for the soul This alienation is the root of the turbulent en- contrada In one maze, The I You Swept by the current submerged The apathy of another day, smashed The current that squeeze me, loose yourself … Urgent at the moment almost everyone expects … The allegory of life, transported from bucolic moments … The torch burning, struck dead, and behold a glow that lights the flame … For thee my poor heart burn, a loose horse waiting to be tamed … I enjoyed everything I feel, because you feel like you feel at that time infinity … That intersects with the past and marks surrounding any life to be lived. Our reunion was thrashing in the magic that is only looking at you and see Your motherly face, the feeling of affection and tenderness just pick me up all the bitterness … Just need to see you live and where even die … A hot lips move a sensuality, a transparent happiness … Meaning as a hug waiting to be lived-in, a strong marriage … Particularly well as you want, aspire to be so happy as a petiz … A root sown, nurtured and fortified … Friendship is the noblest of love Let my heart beat out your rhythm …

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