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MORBO

The morbid are you and your shadow.
The morbidity is the temptation to which I can not resist. Are you and an army of Tues-warming winter nights and they blow my mind.
The morbidity over my life and inspires me and gets back on the crest of the wave. Naughty
wants morbidity. Naughty say that saliva fills his mouth and eyes of desire. Naughty wetting the streets at night and making rivers of silent screams, moans off in the mist caresses painful as when I tense as a bow and about to shoot me break in the colorful puzzle. How much I want content, how much energy that runs or crawls in the lowliness of the flesh and forgetting. Three syllables that I refuse to chillarte:
FOR

call me.
And in fact what I really want is to make love. The illness will always be morbid, but the heart will not suffer a cold.

My Daughter Is Having Yellowish Discharge

ME KNOW IF YA DO NOT WRITE OR DO YOU IN WRITING

The first time the man reached the moon, hallucinations (or landed).
That man ... How many times he dreamed of coming back?
If I had returned ... Would the moon so amazing (or alunizante)?
If you have returned many times ... Would he have tired of going to the moon? (Hallucinating or Land on the moon)
While going only very occasionally, and even if you every minute, the moon will always be the moon. Exploring the dark side ... (That deep, we know)