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Under construction geisha

Through the bank account over painted naivety it is so intense just to be here between look and expectation knowing I'm just one step from alighting to be your personal abyss afford me completeness in the same way that high ranked husband of well polished wife pays to a prostitute by the sadness of creator using the silk ribbon you are compressing my foot (praying that it will stop the growth as the way you'll keep me yours ) I promise that I'll learn: - to wash my hands in that lemon juice after finishing the portion of high quality shrimps - I won't applause in that gap between two arias - I will pull on that poker face when your hand suddenly leaves mine while we're standing in the street and you are asking me for an address as you are lost .... sorry sir I can't help you, I am not from here with naive faith- secret is easier to bear in two- piece of paper adopted the image of birth grey tiles mannerly disinfected under the glasses misplaced empathy hand in the pocket of white coat and naive faith i guess there is no alternative when the only thing left as your heritage are nails i wish it is not the life and that just a day went wrong this way only thing left is a label of river down which no one will ever again dare to release the paper boats it would be better everything if only it crossed your mind to tide my tubes

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