which have felt.
the night sleepily in white dressing gown
up
and grinning
with the **** sliver of its moon a bit
wide luminous and softly( .
a dream that teeters
briefly with infinite stupid self
I) the ridiculous me
that with five fingers says some wan curling;
there is a fan blowing, i can just hear it vaguely
stooping
its rapid cheeks somewhere; silverly.
And) can anyone describe
why laying is pleasant when dying is to lay forever?
(i think
and i don't
and it's so cold outside winter the trees are creaking but inside it's so warm i pull the covers over my head and begin some divine fantasy of girls. . .
Unfeeling girls
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
which have felt.
the night sleepily in white dressing gown
up
and grinning
with the **** sliver of its moon a bit
wide luminous and softly( .
a dream that teeters
briefly with infinite stupid self
I) the ridiculous me
that with five fingers says some wan curling;
there is a fan blowing, i can just hear it vaguely
stooping
its rapid cheeks somewhere; silverly.
And) can anyone describe
why laying is pleasant when dying is to lay forever?
(i think
and i don't
and it's so cold outside winter the trees are creaking but inside it's so warm i pull the covers over my head and begin some divine fantasy of girls. . .
Unfeeling girls
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