all of them, at the same time. this boy is begging for things to be as they were before, j. texts that we should meet, and this kenyain sweetie kisses me when i drop him off. no, thanks, i will pass a view from the 36th you have up there. ive gotta go. this kiss was stunning thou. we talk easy. i let him feel confident. he shouldnt.
jumping right into the tropical air, i suddenly feel all the energy attacking me. counting the uneven tiles on the rios sidewalks, feeling a light, hot breeze, pumping the overfilled strees into my veins, holding his hand - the only touch weve allowed ourself to make - it feels great. he spends money, i save it. he chooses taxi, i wanna take the bus. he wants to see rich, i love the poor. hes carelessly rude, im overpolite. he decides, i plan.
falling asleep during the rain, thunders, lightening, with an open window behind the iron bars, smile on my face. fa-lling as-leep
then having this kinda strong suger-limets-vodka mix, i know its not the time
he would feel very constrained by me. so, we hold our hands, then fingers, then hands.
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