What would be our damn existence of ants if we had interstellar escape routes
This office has the same light
a chicken farm
think they eat continuously.
This boss has his face clouded
as today,
rainy, gray,
greatly similar to yesterday.
Nobody looks,
open the drawer,
the keys are a drug,
an antidote to boredom,
fighting butterflies in the center of my stomach.
And yes, you look a lot
the guy who reads comics every morning
front of me on the tram,
but not you. Send
.
And I just wanted,
you to know.
* Anyelo, your beauty can not look in a mirror vulgar.
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