My tears do not have sound
No smell the flavor
Amaranth Growing inside you wonder
I feel it is as if it were mine!
Way:
new eyes and pupils colorful
Behind al'atrio soul All seems calm in
But the viscera are erupting
When you smile ... trembling.
disappears in the distance
Each principle
Curse of ancestors ideas
Now we are alone: \u200b\u200b
naked bodies and wet
A whole new taste to our palates
wilted. The cards speak
And the reason When you stare dumbfounded
With opulent arrows of love
"Not that I'll be yours!"
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