Title: Untitled.
Rating: Original.
Rating: T.
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snows in the window as you type on your computer. Just hear the wind coming through the bars behind the glass. From the bed, I see the sky ashen gray dress the city with winter gala.
fall In my mind, like snowflakes, memories of the previous night, which again under warm blankets, with our bodies entangled and enthralled in spirits, we were accomplices and protagonitas of this, our unique history .
And you'll never know, myspiro. Because there is nothing more I can ask. No more selfishness. I've found.
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