She took my palm off like a kid. I didn't see that coming. I'm inactive glowing in a radiant smile. I can't sleep with your scent under my nose and fresh painting. I've been admiring you all night. A beautiful woman, a photograph montage, as my older friend would say.
I'm gonna go for a run due to the fact that I'm being carried around. I'll catch bugs in a happy open mouth.
She took you, too, beautiful girl, I saw, she twisted like a teenager. You're amazed to see things turn.
It was delicious, and now the past evening comes back in single cages. Your painting on the dance floor, absolutely amazing. Automatic operation. It started under our fingers erstwhile we danced, and then the lips matched in the conversation. Perfect small Black in the morning and in the evening, what more to want.
I'm crazy, that's for sure, 'cause I'm my age, and I'm sitting on a puffy butterfly, flapping wings like crazy. It's flying high, I can feel the thin air, it's taking sense, or it's changing the brain to veal. But nothing stimulates tense endings. I hope the cattle live a little, due to the fact that it's risen a lot. I utilized to sit on a akin freak, just a different color, and I was a lot younger. Now I'm more fragile and delicate, I may not last specified a advanced flight, and surely fall from this altitude.
What if I die in the air? How long have butterflies lived? I know something. Just a moment.
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