And meanwhile the days go by ... It 's the rain passed, pass the smiles, the looks, the voices. All with impressive regularity ... How reread a sentence over and over again, like when you go on the motorway and always straight!
And now silence. Locked in my room, groped to talk to me, to listen ... to listen to what I want, to remember my dreams, my real desires.
And now? What do we do now?
usual questions I and my cock! Me and my doubts ...
Basta. Do not feel like I've got to write. Not tonight.
Maybe I thought ... ... ...?
And now silence. Locked in my room, groped to talk to me, to listen ... to listen to what I want, to remember my dreams, my real desires.
And now? What do we do now?
usual questions I and my cock! Me and my doubts ...
Basta. Do not feel like I've got to write. Not tonight.
Maybe I thought ... ... ...?
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