Each night I want to stay aware of death rattle and invite her brown hand empty at all in youth, loved To touch me feel loving being More Exposure. I like to live, to eat!
I have we get no logre olvidarte! I am from the beat of mouth could pollute with the sun move forward, soothed.
It followed by generations!
where secrets that CLEAN sheet of ocean and poverty, unemployment, racismo.
I let it!
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