in that bar that we always raining inside and that we have most of our holy festivals. like when you said you had cordoned off the heart and There was a sign with the ongoing work of love and something that you could not understand. asphalt type you my love. I love you with all our air that are now for someone else who have blasphemed sneeze spat on. bitter and what happened to our dreams. our flights diverted. our twenty nomadic orgasms fucking fast in uncomfortable beds we slept in two abbracciatissimi and narrow. and 'now we bray at him. We understand that we do not trample on us we disarm unloved. now that we are about to curse and swear you love someone else. now that we have become great. now. that we have become stupid. now. we play in the massacre. now. like children. now. playing at war.
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