Friday, October 17, 2008

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The dream (of mind)


Era di notte. Una languida night summer. Wind acclaimed memories held in the lap the darkest stores of memory, time seemed fermarcisi inside almost plundering any more dark force. I could feel the blood flowing between the members, heart beat above of thy womb, almost did not want to find the end . The pleasure was there, you could try scraping margins of your mind, grabbing beats of your skin, inhaling the smell of that body, lying on my mantle. Between brows of disbelief felt the weight of each tear masterfully hidden. admired your eyes so blacks from confused with the sky excited in my presence. I stole your kisses, so insatiable to fill my mouth feelings immemorial. Ed ero lì. Si, Ci sono stato.
In un luogo sconosciuto, conservato in qualche stretto cunicolo della mia mente.

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