Envy. Which by the way the modern Bari is not true that it is inactive. It's been a while and it will again. But then you find infuse you look good. And I can not help but feel envious. Everything at the right time and I am definitely out of phase. This only works the mind the facts. And you can not build a building without foundations.
that companies like shit. Then one asks how I write the lines: this is a particularly ispiratorio but not write. This story has already broken enormous balls. But thankfully some progress from one year to this part has arrived. Strides. Were essential. This is not poetry, is the rejection of a tonic and silent horror that lives within sleeper, then it tickles an itch and it turns out. 'S ready, lying in wait.
Perhaps the problem is that, as always, the usual, destructive day when I met the new size. And this returns the theme of my poetry devastation. Reinterpellando capabilities mnemonic returns a silent question, almost deleted. It is he, you know it's evil and put it to rest, but he is there, reports ... and curses him with all my strength. Everything from there. From that moment on, and it was better that other devastation that comes violently every day in our homes through the cathode, through the press, through the common views, through advertising. Why evil begins when you discover that you can feel better, no?
But what can I expect now? Alone. Abandoned devastating to me and to my self. What is cursed too.
then breaks another itch, is an alarm. He says that one can not study something without having lived the hard way. Thought, which is cursed, too. Out, out, fall into oblivion and disperse well.
And I can not help but feel envious. Which by the way the modern Bari is not true that it is inactive. It's been a while and it will again. But then you find infuse you look good. And I can not help but feel envious.
[More ... the chorus echoes, echoes more ....]
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