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Tawnee Stone In A Wedding Dress

One morning in St Malo

An apple, a fig, an apricot

One night driving in the middle

shadows here and there stretching

I met this morning, you carry me, you see I breathe

wind turbine blades are fixed and they scoff at the winter sweats

Basin boats drop me opportunities, already in its reflections of my delusions ...

is pending, an easy trick to understand, that reminds me of my weaknesses, that reminds me of the delights

... Eyes that send a mixed message to the South, I believe, I am functioning as illusion

And new horizons possible prowess Upcoming

It remains as scents, shapes and sensations to discover

So weird music, son of unrolling, and losing myself of crap to predict

Work has begun, and the choices focused

trenches in the waves, the concepts referred and baptized

Sweet and savory sauces, which I will like to take advantage of negligees

traps, chasms, mirages, I try to avoid

blades to counter, miles to tell shorelines in sighs

Canoeing misses my boat so light, I keep my start to drive me

My money, not on the account, I'm out of range, I ducked the rout

My hero is dressed, he subtracts, adds, and it reinforces the prediction ... acid, base ... pie

plotting a coup; dressed for the cold, will afford one more drop of water ...

rushes into the hole, it passes through excess, film, shoot ... sexual

S follows the bubble rises, falls, rises and yet ... yet .... Better that we leave ...

It's better that we leave some time ... to find themselves again in this life, not the contrary and without doubt to fall on ...

A lamp, a bed, a swan on the asphalt

An orange solid pulp that turns on itself to the sound of a flute

The reserve, over time, which is lost when I smoke

It is, just there, she knows what fate With crude

found half naked in the mist meditating

Abandon what she seeks and finds that cost cost

A vacuum, a solid, a middle

A tree, a field, an elf who beats

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Hack-3g-mobile-broadband

waking trance

I ordered three rounds of peace following

Superintendent I get a gauge of cash and

I dropped everything and turned on his heel

it grabs me by the neck I am offered alcohol

I swallow tenth re-distilling the rest

I was recovering I was testing I was retypes

pling and a code on my lapel

I am debate I Cree je proteste

putain de mauvais rêve au début de ma sieste

et puis …

J’ai trouvé l’endroit sûr

L’îlot loin de tout ça, le calme, ma solitude

Un répit, une étoile, qui m’aime et me rassure

sans la posture

J’ai cherché tout le temps à prendre le bon vent

Semer mes certitudes

Qui m’emprisonnent and condemn me

A filthy body aches, keys without locks

I vacuum, I do not know what my future

wear my new

And it blows my wings, I have a choice of adventure

I choose I am sure

I chose love and I forget the rest

I chose love to find the rest

I avoid the effects of style

I drift I forget on the business

And I run constantly to learn the rest

I found the river

Forgot misery she has arranged

I forgot the time my death

And my worries beyond the

My bite

I sketch a step back

The diagonal of the ephemeral

I lets do everything

I listen I know she fantasizes

I guess as many bubbles as many chimeras

I left very courteous

I breathe and I get, blood in my veins

I ' asleep on the roof

I abused his bait

Time for me to redo

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Ezio Hidden Blade Tattoos

First

The dependence found her trance

The ugly, sordid glide rhythmically

privilege to zone in silence propelled by a slingshot

eats sensitive parts and fix the length of the probe

The red color adds any gaps

pain, other pain which manages the point of drowning the stash

is the regular wreath scree shaking seconds

salad vomit, large monochrome which enlarges the gray round

It is night, the cold slap

throat that hangs, is the cry that causes

It took the empty, blood amateur rotten advance

It was love that wants to kill the soul that folds, this branch that falls

And the faint sound of pebbles which tumbles in the great waters that roar

Jerome Delvita 2005 - LDC editions - Cognac

Sudden Intense Heart Beat

Easy

The sluice gate is closed, the shad jump over the dam, they go back in groups to spawn upstream

Pre opposite is inhabited, the wild poppies and tulips will gather in the evening sun, the cows are lying near each other

The missing link imposes a penalty on the dignity

The arrogance of the heat is absorbed, heated

Couple entwine anonymous on the back seats in tan leather with a car

The senses awaken and relax in the chiaroscuro

is a particular vision, a great find

A sweet kiss that never ends, a love full of flaws

The spirit of the place diligent idea of a deciliter

A drop of water on the foam that rolls into a filter

The beauty pervades all space, it is deposited on each leaf, each petal

A surprise surprised by the effect it causes refuses artifice, takes the form of smoke, before the scent of Viburnum, Jasmine, Rose a

Both are recovering bodies and souls are silent, the hands continue their harvest of grapes and strawberries

A stone comes off the top of the cliff

A magpie defends its nest made of branches and mud

The Heron takes flight, free and anonymous

The eyes meet, it's an instant easy

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