Author \ Qasim Omran Isa
Diseases of the internet
Episode (12)
................. ((Aging Age does not come early))
You can give me all the appointments before the night comes. I do not
have a problem only Alec access. Do not feel ashamed at the time. Just
the wind blowing .. Storm center of spiritual when thundering kisses.
Angel spiritual wilderness with you hand in hand .. The outside world felt a strange world .
Snow signed to an end, red rose is the sunset,
Love me at night to feel alive .. Hunger is the death of love is dying.
Some people go through to the end. Silence tonight .. Weird. Give you,
as a baby, and this is the first time .. I do not know that you deserve,
but I know I do. Choose thousand of women .. for your breasts smell of
strawberries and grapes .. and are we drink wine.. I did not get the
keys to the best of the sky ... slim thigh and leg strength ... you're
in hot drunk between me and wishes, just come to my senses, I'm nice and
warm .. very close to the flood water and the sky. I do not know
whether it will be tomorrow
Here .. Between the pillows in the fall.
I'm afraid you will not love me till the end One can sleep in his hands
like me afraid. Change mosques employers and say prayers in churches
all over the world. And problems and only one i
It out of the cold
and dark will ... Moon era of the patient, the ground crying ... Like me
... We are poor like someone who has a baby, and malnutrition .. Fair
of lies and hatred make me silently recalled .. and I know that feeling
hungry will keep the shiny jewelry ... You say that you can stay here
between the days with me. Nights were not rebound masterpiece aging age
may not come early .. silicon and money, cars and alternative great love
and the money to buy all the things without a lot of thought,
I was here, very close ... For me the most beautiful outlet, you have some.
Gangrene ideas and game days between the thighs see that catch fire and
continue to decline slowly and fifty-word neighbor .. the wind in my
soul more disturbing were frozen in silence, a dream night .. Windows to
heaven, tell me, opened ... The rain stopped between heaven and earth
... my love is not just words in the wind ... worn cliches pointless ...
poor women who sell deception between the streets ... what love is what
love was ... Do not know how much I love the autumnal rain rust in my
veins ... I was stunned I wet genes remain with me tomorrow .. but not
as good as you know is not good ... our poor, baby, ... lies and hatred
make me recalled .... I know that feeling of hunger keeps us nippers
beautiful sheen
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