our bodies are cramped inside the skins of a small tent while chains encircling our foreign surroundings- a world where the trees become our friends and where fires are fountains of stars
two very receptive bodies end the night blaming nonexistent construction for the adulteration of their minds, although the shrieking could never be excused
my mind can beat your mind
only one person knows what i'm talking about
i wonder what it would be like playing tennis on lsd
2 comments:
the chains! i almost forgot...
you are the most amazing friend i could ask for
Karina!!!!!! quiero verteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
espero que todo te vaya genial, siempre le pregunto a andrea por ti!
un abrazo!
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