Wipe your sweat
with the queen of the bed sheet,
I drew black and white
to balance my disorder
Border your ring on my chest
and disposing the nodes blind,
promised my enemies
extends the flag by heat
danced until the cock quiver,
until I returned to his strategic point
a minute's silence to healing without medicine
terça-feira, 10 de março de 2009
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