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How important to you, guapa, is  a word? ¿Se puede? I have time to **** in between sun rise and sunset, between work and relaxation, between awake cycles and rem sleep. With the feel of isolation within a crowd, my heart cannot establish solitude properly. It's the chemistry that is wrong. Un poco despues, the midday sun will bring the mist to my heart. She, the mist, cools that fuego that burns dimly. ¿De donde eres, guapa? ¿Aqui o alli? My mind is weary of the questions with no answers. All I see is rojo y todo lo que escucho es que lo siento. Hasta la vista, guapa. Para siempre jamás.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
Para siempre jamás
How important to you, guapa, is  a word? ¿Se puede? I have time to **** in between sun rise and sunset, between work and relaxation, between awake cycles and rem sleep. With the feel of isolation within a crowd, my heart cannot establish solitude properly. It's the chemistry that is wrong. Un poco despues, the midday sun will bring the mist to my heart. She, the mist, cools that fuego that burns dimly. ¿De donde eres, guapa? ¿Aqui o alli? My mind is weary of the questions with no answers. All I see is rojo y todo lo que escucho es que lo siento. Hasta la vista, guapa. Para siempre jamás.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
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