Sun
long away. Far from home, college, him, friends. Lose the streets of Venice, London, New York, Coppenaghe. Read a book that will hook of truth - ah, that does not happen much -. Watch a movie that makes me mourn. That tickled me. Lie on the beach of an island of Hawaii or Cuba, and play with dolphins. Laugh out loud. Lie on the lawn, wear brown. Madly in love and fuck up be reciprocated. Cooking for two, or three, or four. Back to Guru to get drunk and dance like crazy. Rioyo jogging to soak up the sweat. I want to run, walk, jump, swim, laugh, mourn, cry, kiss, modern, hugging, stroking, scratching, pinching, store, wear. And it stops raining and getting cold, please. I do not know how or when, but the rain has stopped liking. At least in such large quantities. I want April learn that it is spring and pussy, we need to be hot. Heat and sun, sun. That is, we need sun . Because numbing cold and makes me not feel anything.
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