Psychrance

I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that

HAL9000

Chairs were flying and trees were falling,
The rain was hitting, the thin layer of glass,
The wind was shouting and whistling over the grass,
Your body was my shelter,
Till it was quieter.
Chairs were laying everywhere, on the naked land,
It stopped raining, the storm reached its end,
Leaving behind this atmosphere,
Wet and quiet,
Like your pussy.

N!GHT!NGALE

les cubes empilés, entre les deux mon coeur bat l'anse.
"the fact I can get the hang of it all day today, and you don't know how much I love it." r.ford


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