are in the machine. Tramondo slow down behind the horizon flushed, reddened the clouds and the trees shaken by the south-west.
Each When you call, every time I hear you, every time I see you every fucking time is a slap in the face. I need it, but I know that I hurt. Better not to call. But it is too that I do without it, is a pressing need, while at just thought I bathe her temples with tiny drops of cold sweat. No, I'll call you. I leave the phone on the passenger seat, then take it, a jerk, do the number. It 'a morbid need to hurt me, a sterile and self-destructive need to know that you're there, that there is still something, someone can come back to haunt the gut feelings of moments, as always, endlessly repeated. Circadian rhythms self-harm, to feel good, not to think a little ', to look once again stares into his eyes, eyes so big that I'm already drowning. Feeling disconnected, a world of color, laughter, and immediately after the blow of paranoia. The heavy breathing after I leave. Yes, I know it will go well. And there will be something unspeakable in and still amaze me that there is still something that amazes me is to know you're still you, still your a gesture that I still had not noticed, your smile is always so sincere and when you draw back, to see you you laugh.
constant awareness of knowing what to find, remember the streets, follow, go further back. It 'a crown of barbed wire to feel for a moment the King, though I know I'll be ousted. Sometimes, in certain moments, it is still worthwhile.
And I know where you are, really, I know your smell. I know I embrace your light and your darkness. Why did I do and you know I could.
I know the effect you do, I go with you on the safe side, adrenaline. Salts in the veins, then the brain begins to throb, the thoughts become light and neuronal connections disconnected, before the head explodes a bit '. Then I'm fine.
I know where you are, know where I would be, I lose, I will be in you. And I can not. No, I do not have. You have to keep my confidence, I need you so terribly. It 's why I give in the end.
rings.
So did you know I would. We felt in the air and was the same for you. Did you know that I agreed this time, as usual, a subtle reminder of your mind. This is my devotion.
Ours is a perverse game, the world knows and we taciamo. Oh yeah, really, if you think about it, you know it. The description is so complete, the picture is perfect, but I'm an artsy without fame or desire for success and do not have the courage to remove the shroud of my best work. And 'something Thee my watch, the way I admire you, sure I scan in which your beauty. And a little 'manic.
Reply.
Where are you? And not just take the car standing in front of me, with the sound of braking, tires to crawl the asphalt. And then I run. I run to get my confidence, my little world in a glass ball, before it fades away, before it passes the effect. You can not leave because it would be hard to take certain steps. And I do not even need to have you. But I know you are there, it's terribly important to know that exist, you're fine, you're mostly right. No, I'm not crying, do not worry.
I've got my mask from auspicious, my smile and I yours. And the tears disappear and I'm fine and I'm happy. And I see you and you're there and I slide in and my pulse in my head.
with you are always awkward, as if I saw for the first time and I lose immediately. And the rest did, but obviously you do not know this. Cold sweat, neurasthenic laugh, joke without cynicism, I move, smoke, are restless. I get up when you get up, not education, but a reckless act, perhaps not to get you going. I look at your eyes with black makeup, your thin lips, a smile from advertising, the slender waist. And your make and distracted your head hard. The world of your own, in your head, your best and always think so then who cares. Sometimes I exercise area. Like when I abbracciasti. You do not ever hug. And you're well on his pajamas that makes you so sexy.
And I would, but I can not. And I could, but I do not have. And I should, but I can not. Yet I would give anything for just to know you are there. And you smile. And laugh. It is enough for me. And I need to see you so. And you
drugs and dreams.
Each When you call, every time I hear you, every time I see you every fucking time is a slap in the face. I need it, but I know that I hurt. Better not to call. But it is too that I do without it, is a pressing need, while at just thought I bathe her temples with tiny drops of cold sweat. No, I'll call you. I leave the phone on the passenger seat, then take it, a jerk, do the number. It 'a morbid need to hurt me, a sterile and self-destructive need to know that you're there, that there is still something, someone can come back to haunt the gut feelings of moments, as always, endlessly repeated. Circadian rhythms self-harm, to feel good, not to think a little ', to look once again stares into his eyes, eyes so big that I'm already drowning. Feeling disconnected, a world of color, laughter, and immediately after the blow of paranoia. The heavy breathing after I leave. Yes, I know it will go well. And there will be something unspeakable in and still amaze me that there is still something that amazes me is to know you're still you, still your a gesture that I still had not noticed, your smile is always so sincere and when you draw back, to see you you laugh.
constant awareness of knowing what to find, remember the streets, follow, go further back. It 'a crown of barbed wire to feel for a moment the King, though I know I'll be ousted. Sometimes, in certain moments, it is still worthwhile.
And I know where you are, really, I know your smell. I know I embrace your light and your darkness. Why did I do and you know I could.
I know the effect you do, I go with you on the safe side, adrenaline. Salts in the veins, then the brain begins to throb, the thoughts become light and neuronal connections disconnected, before the head explodes a bit '. Then I'm fine.
I know where you are, know where I would be, I lose, I will be in you. And I can not. No, I do not have. You have to keep my confidence, I need you so terribly. It 's why I give in the end.
rings.
So did you know I would. We felt in the air and was the same for you. Did you know that I agreed this time, as usual, a subtle reminder of your mind. This is my devotion.
Ours is a perverse game, the world knows and we taciamo. Oh yeah, really, if you think about it, you know it. The description is so complete, the picture is perfect, but I'm an artsy without fame or desire for success and do not have the courage to remove the shroud of my best work. And 'something Thee my watch, the way I admire you, sure I scan in which your beauty. And a little 'manic.
Reply.
Where are you? And not just take the car standing in front of me, with the sound of braking, tires to crawl the asphalt. And then I run. I run to get my confidence, my little world in a glass ball, before it fades away, before it passes the effect. You can not leave because it would be hard to take certain steps. And I do not even need to have you. But I know you are there, it's terribly important to know that exist, you're fine, you're mostly right. No, I'm not crying, do not worry.
I've got my mask from auspicious, my smile and I yours. And the tears disappear and I'm fine and I'm happy. And I see you and you're there and I slide in and my pulse in my head.
with you are always awkward, as if I saw for the first time and I lose immediately. And the rest did, but obviously you do not know this. Cold sweat, neurasthenic laugh, joke without cynicism, I move, smoke, are restless. I get up when you get up, not education, but a reckless act, perhaps not to get you going. I look at your eyes with black makeup, your thin lips, a smile from advertising, the slender waist. And your make and distracted your head hard. The world of your own, in your head, your best and always think so then who cares. Sometimes I exercise area. Like when I abbracciasti. You do not ever hug. And you're well on his pajamas that makes you so sexy.
And I would, but I can not. And I could, but I do not have. And I should, but I can not. Yet I would give anything for just to know you are there. And you smile. And laugh. It is enough for me. And I need to see you so. And you
drugs and dreams.
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