I really want to know what there is written at the bottom that look?
I'm raving, I know.
And I wonder What Is pushing me. It `
, ok, pretty face, long hair, the height is the right one, mocking eyes, arrogant air.
say that enough?
Maybe. But maybe not.
Why what makes me look his eyes it's all here, feel I have something here inside of me I do not want to know , something that makes me change room just to see if it is looking for me, that makes me read a book in the dark just to build him a perfect angle.
A corner where the eye can see Mario, a corner where I can make without necessarily reaching the knock out.
And it just comes in and opens his mouth as if.
Then he smiles and shakes his head.
There's something inside me that is wrong and has no limits.
There's something inside you that is wrong and makes us similar.
And always smile and turns back the other crossing Mario and hugs him.
And I smile and no matter if the bottom of what's going to hurt someone.
Or rather, I know that me and him will do `,` because it is true that there is something that is wrong of us and makes us like and is something that makes me want to destroy us, especially ourselves .
Some of us would want to protect Mario, but we need to do us harm do without him, we love both Mario, Mario, who is beautiful and harmless, and there is fascinating.
Love makes alone, but is much more painful if
for enemies and friends are no longer dangerous.
Mario looks around and does not want to know. Mario
hugging me in bed and tells me that I do not seem happy to be there by him.
So that I'm glad, That I love him, So I'm fine, That I like. But with this
Gabriele is something so dirty that I would do anything for , it is not even only attraction, after all, is terrible to say, but I think we like it just because there `` Mario, if I was his girlfriend and him His best friend is likely we would have never found a turn around like two dogs sniffing. At the bottom is only blood and no magic .
Basically we are so similar that to have any reaction, we need a means of a catalyst.
And the soul burns more than it illuminates
And we need to burn.
We are ready to burn wood, but do we need an external spark.
And then we play with words and eyes and our journeys in this house seem to be dances of courtship in which Mario is the only core e.
"I would spend hours watching," he says, with Mario this.
hugged me and blowing in the ear "You're beautiful," with Mario at hand.
Mario listens to everything and do not want to hear. Or maybe
hears and sees and knows and loves us so `maybe enough to share his skin as a playing field. From
give us his heart and say, "Make of that which you like."
You can not play with people's hearts if you're not a professional
But we are not good, we do not know what to do with the bottom, because `everything that we want is the taste of blood and dirt under your tongue , we want to sin and to justify our actions with the evil, Why can not I do not want to admit that that which we do, that is we want is the son of a love so complex and multiple that `we do not know how to handle it.
And then we lie, eyes and words, and we do as if they were truth that we find it hard to admit.
And we continue to turn around.
I thought that renders the skin surface
beautiful without a final hurt with
dirty hearts and hands washed kissing
guilty if he says the truth
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