's night and my thoughts wander
in the dense textures of your sleep talking. And I love the sleep
your
as something that comes up to me and hands in
hissing sigh shooting at my watch that your forms
white expanse on the Moon seems happy.
The Funeral was lost in a parking
cacavano where the dwarves of the circus.
My brother looked at me as a machine that does most
while my mother and his girlfriend were
the wedding list.
Augustine whistles back dall'analfabetoio,
graduated but says he goes there because
does not know anything.
The juke box went back to say that I have not
age
love you while you bevevi
soda across the room. Those without hope
stood,
males and females are proud to be ugly
the last before the arrival of the beauty within.
Now I get up and I go by you,
anyway, whatever happens to
folded back on the table glass
shall see his face in love.
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