Yhea okay.
yo me siento acerca de tu
ahora,"
dijo su radio.
she was always bad at telling stories.
should she start at the begininng, with
his lips and stubble
under her palms in the
dark of the woods?---
the end, with
his hair in her hands and
that adorable smile
plastered to his face?---
the middle, with
his warm, gentle fingers
analyzing the monster in her ankle and
teaching her to count
thunder?---
she was always bad at telling stories.
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eight.
"yo no creo que nadie siente la manera queyo me siento acerca de tu
ahora,"
dijo su radio.
she was always bad at telling stories.
should she start at the begininng, with
his lips and stubble
under her palms in the
dark of the woods?---
the end, with
his hair in her hands and
that adorable smile
plastered to his face?---
the middle, with
his warm, gentle fingers
analyzing the monster in her ankle and
teaching her to count
thunder?---
she was always bad at telling stories.
Words by MiVidaDeEpílogos.
Read 653 times
Written on 2006-05-15 at 02:27
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