The night, dark region,
dominates us and surprises with its flavors,
silent while we venture into the woods.
smelly huts ahead
pending bad
civilization that will bring us back his false taste.
She and I hung out on a bed of pearls
play with our bodies and our imaginations,
afraid to live, I snatched her pussy like a hand of friendship.
The doors are all open, pending the alien
that bring us back good news.
The rain falls gently on their gender,
wetting what is left of real
falsity of a pure soul. Plumose
the night, screaming
Children shake your dreams
light that falls from your hair. With big eyes
sink your eyes in my soul, trying
what is true in me.
By my silence,
'll tell you the story of a man
a fake puppet of a furnished house.
0 comments:
Post a Comment