Let.
die of what I feel and still inflates the lungs, which at every moment of life still makes me fall face down on the earth's still here and now. That helps me get up, and are still traveling. Plan that provides your name each time the ear is still you, even us. Again. Again. Again. I love you.
Look at me. Rim
every drop of pleasure on your warm skin, along the edge of a forest velvet. Let me touch the electric spark that will shake the soul, the mouth that swallows whoever eats. Wait it gets too before you say "still."
die of what I feel and still inflates the lungs, which at every moment of life still makes me fall face down on the earth's still here and now. That helps me get up, and are still traveling. Plan that provides your name each time the ear is still you, even us. Again. Again. Again. I love you.
Look at me. Rim
every drop of pleasure on your warm skin, along the edge of a forest velvet. Let me touch the electric spark that will shake the soul, the mouth that swallows whoever eats. Wait it gets too before you say "still."
