moment.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
How Long Do Psychiatrists Keep Records
And it bit us in the early morning dew, the dogs frightened herd of joys, saffron spilled the table, dried flowers and music faded.
The room was sweet and clear, I felt your hands caressing mine, I looked around your neck with wet lips and found the door of marble, we look and vertigo flooded us. 
cried for so happy. 
waved his bare ankles bracelets.
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