. ·. Before, long time ago I invited you to hunt a deer. Then you find accompanying weeds, for your bed. Earlier, in an ambush protected you and lost an eye, by a sword. Then you invited me to see the moon, the moon itself, in your window.
Earlier conquerors long ago, we imposed, the god of fear. Then you hugged me, and lick me in every wound, and in each wound. Previously, a loaded Mauser and so poorly hidden in a barn, I was ...
What a pleasure to see you again tell us not to speak, today everything will start again and it already was. Then I gave the portrait, which under the ice, even with me. Our love reborn with the same passion, soul and transmutation, new bodies ... who will you be?
Earlier conquerors long ago, we imposed, the god of fear. Then you hugged me, and lick me in every wound, and in each wound. Previously, a loaded Mauser and so poorly hidden in a barn, I was ...
What a pleasure to see you again tell us not to speak, today everything will start again and it already was. Then I gave the portrait, which under the ice, even with me. Our love reborn with the same passion, soul and transmutation, new bodies ... who will you be?
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