Then I looked back, ignoring the voice that warned
shipment.
"Keep your belongings controlled
at all times. "
Mine, after control,
wave their hands and tears
and with them go faster
my memories, the taste of coffee
beachfront,
walks on the moon in February, my tales
own life,
its proximity, its music,
mine, my people, no one can
frisked or open his zipper.
you soon.
is only one point apart.
return to write and read our castles
poppies on arrival
flying in a June night, accompanied
fairies and all the freshness of the reunions. Only you will have
leaving windows open.
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