My hands horrendous run faster on the sheets wet mowing heads of thoughts about you. They look at you. Look at me! I'm not that bored. Last traces, the traces of a fight ever started. The night I lick, lick the edges of this weary life. Your absence is made as thick as the foam and foam around me. Heavy. The desire is condensed between the legs of porcelain, but it's just a meeting of his carnal solitude, you know. We are two solitudes fuck. Silence is never enough, steel plate back on this. Cold, hard silence does not allay the images that run fast on the eyes under the eyelids. Now call me, whispers my name. Break the silence and break the cold my fingers. Fuck the brain. I vomited all the words and now I do not want more. The words are over, but the silence no, not the end. Yet it's never enough. I feel that you are playing the your best cards, but I do not have strategies. The structure of feeling ill. Sezionami. Torture me. Profanami. Bruciami. It takes courage, it takes your. It takes brains, it takes mine. We want to silence the luxury of silence. Look at me. And spit, spit. Spit out your seed, spits out this heart. He spits.
Now finiscimi.
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