POETS TO BE GOING NOW, I PUT MY FEELINGS.
dream. To dream that dream is to move forward, like diving into a swimming pool and not the Poluco climaxes. And if I tell the ladies who visited me in my nights, from my youth to my fall, were falling all pages of the calendar as: blondes, brunettes, the color of carrots ... all women were seeking to nourish my wise my ethereal. In the afterlife where borders cease to be, say the ladies are looking for the man in a dream that every night acquitted of slime and pollution there is always a cemetery, they nourish these muses the subconscious of those wells, and me and not an incentive. Seek, women, paper, plastic, not bone, their flesh stink to other households firewood smoke is just that, meat and bones. A heart that I had jumped from myself and go wandering through the meadows of my dreams, it happens the day mother and my dreams were dashed.
dream. To dream that dream is to move forward, like diving into a swimming pool and not the Poluco climaxes. And if I tell the ladies who visited me in my nights, from my youth to my fall, were falling all pages of the calendar as: blondes, brunettes, the color of carrots ... all women were seeking to nourish my wise my ethereal. In the afterlife where borders cease to be, say the ladies are looking for the man in a dream that every night acquitted of slime and pollution there is always a cemetery, they nourish these muses the subconscious of those wells, and me and not an incentive. Seek, women, paper, plastic, not bone, their flesh stink to other households firewood smoke is just that, meat and bones. A heart that I had jumped from myself and go wandering through the meadows of my dreams, it happens the day mother and my dreams were dashed.
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