Unravel those lashes that thrill the cracks in the air. Return to the runaway.
Slip as if written with fast ink over the pages, and button up those intentions and vows.
I pretend that none of this matters, but it's certainly not true. I am the queen of concealment and transformation, so I'll be there, where it all begins.
3 Comments:
1ª visita y no he entendido nada.
Sí, bueno, no importa. Pasaste por aquí, tal vez de largo ...
Depende. Según te portes.
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