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Breeze of cold. A song titled hope. Gulp of and urgent need for a cigarette. Need to sniff more of heavy ylang ylang. The itch of a pain.

In spite of the different colors And shapes Of landscapes, It is boring here! A few things happen.

I want to bathe in moonlight tonight I want to take long showers And thrive.

At times sprouted, Opened up Pomegranates, Reminded me Of bosomed breasts. Trying their way out of the shirt. Like a caterpillar out of the ..

Time was flowing slow with you I laughed at your jokes we drank Jack the whole night I loved the way you had tantric sex on me I loved when you we..

Even though sad: «That story was another encryption of light.» I wrote it down.

Tell me: «How do you delete Bad memories?»