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0.3) Prelude to Pammela.
I hope to arrive, and when it has your mouth in my lips you know to me different from as I imagine it impatient, tocarte slowly impatient, while it surrounds that blue absurd one to you that accompanies by wine latent desire to you.
Like when overwhelming, smiling and red i see you, calling to me little brother, which lucky and accurately I am not, because otherwise the arrived love could not make you a day and present occasion.
I think to you condensed on my skin, I feel altered to you within my being, and not even I have arrived still. Being my unfinished consolation arrived the day and encounter it is hoped, in than you do not watch after the tip closing the enormous windows that give your smile to me, protect to me, surround me and remove me of my autist state and only take me to my return knowing which I wait for you and delays of me, but breathme deep, ferocious and quickly for fiil you of my anxieties by bite you.
Think about it, that being in the plus I have learned thousand forms to leave afloat, and knowing rain I have gotten wet very well until the breath, with your aid, cling to you to the idea that if this is the prelude, this beginning will leave to me against the account whatever I must pay by the price of your company until the outcome of our gone dreams, when throws the cold wind of the side yours, and it dismisses me like the children of its mother when flying to cole of which it escaped to me after five years to breathe without know you.
The aim of the witches of medievo was fulfilled who we took by mothers the sworn children and it jeopardize, I hope are right the siren and bulimia, the fat person and vegan it, caspo and the cancerous one, luck for less than all evils who agreed and rejected to accept to you by means of the stingy and ill slight vision. It tell me that you wanted to me to call but you could not confront the fear, and while all the eyes watched to wait for to me dead before to you, and when our encounter is crystallized, so single you kiss to me for the first time, wait for me, that I go in your looks for by the desert plenty of people who do not watch when step shouting your name.
I will not die, not without before giving the reason to the time.
Text by kinji added on 08-12-2006. www.thestories.net
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