We tread again the puddle to splash of suspense. The tight win in a tightrope that we do not want to name. No common friends visited cities in common, common destination covered, stories in common than we write aware of any letter failed in his place.
But we are not infallible. I and vengeance to all my dead. You and a princess locked in the castle where ever you go you encourage.
forget the shadows is almost like getting lost forever dazzled by false reflections, as the eternal sun on the island Bioy tale. What a waste of time in an ice cream scoop, a torn grass on the Plaza San MartÃn, a strand of my purple dress. However, I strut haunted by the possibility of a gap between fear and the steps of the square of your choice, not knowing whether it is a forever or for ever.
Then I remember what you did not, but it is too late and I weigh the eyes. I lie a little to let me sleep in peace, accommodation and linen shade, watch the half-darkened room and wonder why Uchrony.
But I say no, that's not it. Although I really wish I knew everything I never try.
and the morning sounds like:
"Douse me in cold water
Hang me out to dry When the nightmare's over
'Cause I'll be ready, oh you gotta be ready to fall "
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