As the day dies silently eats your tongue on my lips and your desire to feel alive seems to revive you ...
five counts until you decide to open their eyes at me one last time while I go up to that distance train with warmth, I feel like I'm going to miss among the many events that you will rub the skin ... I see you running back, ran as fast as I once when I thought that being here was all that was left when he felt that time was not spent and hours in my neck were breaking this heart of glass ...
And some may think that there was no doubt that there was nothing more perfect ... And stop being
to stop being ...
I do not know why (well, yes I know) I'm still here, holding your hand, feeling stronger every day to mine ...
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