Trying to be an artist, but I'm better at being a thug. Tentando ser artista, mas o destino é ser vândalo.
sexta-feira, 22 de julho de 2011
The wine is sweet and her soft mouth The red lipstick brightens The hot pepper is the flame that shines The taste of the beauty fool me The smell is delighted with the scent Hearing before the dance melody Tact fumbles on soft skin The leg trembles Smile Dry throat, improvisation The heart throbs in the Labyrinth Thought seeks exit The wheezing is suffocating Joy fickle disrupts The eyes darken The dream is not over The image is distorted Cade you.
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