My later, this fall moaner, sleeps indoors on Saturday. The horizon and sun rays bittersweet ocher prayer, stands guard ...
He got tired of waiting meekly in a doorway but ... now it has calmed down. It was on one side, transparent, prudish.
At rest, see the elderly walking pass the end of the day of his life, dragging flannel shoes, failed hopes and thick headphones and close your eyes, not to grieve, and also announced fresh love between fresh teens who hang around there, immersed in his world of afternoon heating, scattering leaves and joy.
I, meanwhile, corners and bienoliente, I practice on not giving up this afternoon neat. Let me tempt getting you clean, made for me, not obey taboos set.
later pours My memories, music theory delirious, dying of love and makes me think of you without authentication, not write or stamp certifying that the bank guarantee.
're not here and it's a shame.
inevitably reach the night together anyway ... without breaking fall if paper or wood.
© MarisaLy-
(written on Tuesday, June 30, 2009)
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