Asmar rose filling my lungs

He kept a vaginal, and I crossed a budget of the deep barrier, here I am and I am from pain there, as if we were not deceiving his age in the disappointment of the long lifting, I knocked on the door of the heart, my vomiting is a love that does not fit in the meaning of my absence! A door beats my hand, I am the most accurate door, nodded to see me some exile behind the illusion, the shadows of yesterday's shadows are blessed, I receive the night of depression, I did not die from the disappointment We, walk behind me Carrying two hearts from a lover, and who is tired, toppled my shadow!