day 1
sifilis
deschords
desamour
fatality in a dumb
squares
are in the middle of someone
each time I hope to see them
I can not found one
phone that
squares
call them by the name of surprises
of short them
by the shape of
careless
squares
ours
syphilis
disagreements
heartbreak
fatigue in a fool
squares
you are in the middle of someone
each time I hope to see them
i can't find one
phone that
Grid
call them by the name of surprises
short them
by the way of
careless
Grid
our
day 2
our dreams
are returned by remainses of alcohol
deplus, cousins of threatens
yards of delicious profanes
beautiful butterfly basically graden
collyrium sounds like a cheers
terrifying freaks
cholerious dean
frying cheeks in a disc of it
fearing dear in
suspirings
crying
terrifying again
suspicious cholera
means you are in a bad karma
but not in an alternative enclosure
because you are always done
day 3
drained serpent waterblue
Where are you at the least.
Decide any form of the greatest
that is not the drown, it's the one that you have already received
wanted for not dying for me
say it's not for they
beauty and these kindy
crystal sticky preasure standy.
Wandering stars come from "isn't it normal"
for every second asking is lethal that they run
let lights be done
in your dron
what shakes you the worst
day 4
didn't hear that handsome smile
that presumptuous breathing between petting
descriptions are sound and full of light when I love you and I want to love you
if it is not in your feather, in the long line of suspicions that await our souls
I want to love you but right now, between conditions and bad taste of recitative
I want to love you just now that I don't know you and I want to take your pulse and
that heart is beautiful, fucking beautiful.
Bring it to me despite the ruins of customs and the desires of similarities and rottenness. Bring me like a sky, change me a star and don't let it shine alone, it stings
day 5
it isn't here
it is between your eyes
your are here in my inside
looking in my mind
you sweet nobody is watching
you sweat you are so tired
I mean you must recieve me
but not in that way
not in that possible chain
it is raining
cheerless
it is asolated
not because of
just it is
and I think about it
this is my pleasure
sorry and thank you
day 6
broken as rooten
as dramatic
feeling duty
revolution in other space sorry
I meant to be but that wasn't enough
for the real corpse that was just a role
for the real hurt marry is a trunk
for the spirit was a promiscuous
day 7
That romantic
low-spirited
sway the flow of woman
tourniquet, responsible
deadsoul assume not cool
at a time dear is fool
the cooler soul is awful
and the spirit dress is a chest
with a purple corpse damaged