few hours after feeling like a twisted words transparent threads of spider were so precious and delicate, I love you so much that I do not even understand how true it is, your breath air and I look like my astonishment that you understand it. I'm crazy.
I realize just now lying in the quagmire of loneliness for a long time, only now my conscience is born they really are crazy in love with you baby. While hating your poisoned words that I shake my breath and throat squeezing me dry it up and suck the intellect, after all, I love you so as to be willing to spend every night in tears. So I propose a deal: I change into tears for no bother for just a little pesarti but rarely, when there will be escape and I'll get off for you to simulate freedom of the soul.
GiorgiaM * *
