-M.
It’s a number. It’s a song. It’s a boy. Smooth. Pearl joy packed. Gold falafel, as through ice. It’s four-thirty. Morning with phone calls. It’s deaf mute. It’s cheap. A foreign car. Maybe bingo.
Lucky night?
Something says it smells bad.
lunes, 12 de octubre de 2009
“Si la dejas escapar morirás, la muerte del corazón es la más horrible que existe”
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