She miss you

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Lerysol. She miss you
Morning
Speed
Fabulous
And in the remainder…
Mud
Want to…
Snow
January
Slowly…
November
Smells
Hanging legs
Little fool
Are there such people?
Cappuccino
Rainy
Pros
Jigsaw
Seven
Spring
Lung
Templates
Dusty
Yellow
Funny
Soothes?
Thought
Don’t roar
Hotel
Hurry?
Smell
With a smile
Bottomless
Curtains
Going?
Complex
Whispering
Languid
Hush, hush…
Is it polite?
So embarrassing
A grain by a grain
Insomnia
Occupied? For friday?
As legal
Droplets
Gifts of the nobleman
Committed
Monkey
1986
Sad and…
Sparrows
Clowns
Sweet cherry
Who’s there?
Elements
Ночные
Saturday
Sleepy sunday
A little drunk
Strangeness
Piatnitsa
Cornflowers
Shoes
Virtual
Topchik
Lapping
Forecasts for spring
Porcupines
Showcases
Sweethearts…
Nice…
Chur, me
Bar
Closets
Out
Little man with a feather
Different
Winter scarves
Real coffee
Almost insomnia
Weather with freckles
Charades
Prides benefit
Shells
Winter forecasts
From monday
Grapefruit juice
Content shortage
Oceans and books
Ice in coffee
Love
Stories spied on
Happiness
Clown, smile
A melting pot of words
Tickets in one
Notes from the inside
Inventions
Road in the desert
Cold in the café
Holidays in the tropics
Loud often
Dragons inside
Отрывок из книги
Autumn is quiet, pampered. Early morning. Anticipation. Deceptive. The past are unaccustomed. Absolutely different perception. Occasionally a predator is eager to take what previously belonged, after 5, 7, 9 switching to childish harmlessness vulnerable. Fear with cold. Chains, a whip stopped the hanging one. Beats in rage from the restrictions of other weak. Sunny. Windless. Smells of rain in autumn. Sleepy, condensed, stretchy. A star among the snow-white linen. Plans for movement. birds, smells, movements in the given. Slowly, with a little aggression, but with fresh air. The day off is started. French ones tickle with melodies. The text of the servants, gossip, suggesting that their solitude among the tables is not disheveled.
Silence. Streams of cold, hungry, bite in, awakening, cutting Morpheus’ webs. There are similar, similar, having a quiet breakfast. By themselves, fascinating, slightly sloppy, gentle smiles from observations, discharges run along the wires, nourishing. Not of this world, or something, having pecked, they fell.
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And what about the remainder? It will remain unusual, special for the market of manufacturers, with an overestimate. Still admiring someone else’s fog of content, someone else’s clang of high-speed mustangs, curtaining the envy hidden under thousands of covers. She has not been trained to protect herself – to protect her with her palms. Once again, missing, not noticed for a fleeting cup. Only the whip and the pedal was pressed, fears and eternal breakdowns, inherited, only aggression turned into something special, from the heat of the flame exquisite forms were acquired. Fading over time, floundering in its own puddle.
And what about the remainder? That. Fiery, unbridled, snow-white, belligerent, turning into a purring cat in moments, continuing to search for pleasure on the ball, burdened with external fears, crammed inside with sticks.
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