The bad is missing you, lips that no longer bite. The good is knowing that your underwear is full of candy bags. The sad I live in a tunnel if I am not attached to your clothing. strange thing is that when leaving your hair and the pillow does not heal. The normal is that when I view life gives me six laps of a bell. Ugly skin is protesting, asking every night . The easy desquererse but who would rewind this story? The hard look you in the face as I pedal against your memory. You're a kiss and I aimlessly heart unanswered. And we both breaking pulseless mouth so obedience ...
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