... and thrombi are.
like a modern Scheherazade, put the guards outside the door, I will prepare the incense, candles and pillows, wash everything, including myself, and put the earrings longer.
then wait. I, my lady of the camellias, infinite in my little kingdom queen, I will choose when and how the sultan will come within the confines of my white desert.
will choose the moon, and which side will be given to the scythe, the flowers that will scent more, and those that remain open on that night, nothing that will see the Sultan will be random, because everything has been chosen in agreement between me and the infinite space of our time.
and that my slave hard one day, or ten, or will be infinitely more enjoyable. and each night will be a really long story.
apparently will be an invasion or a conquest, but below the first layer of sand will be the direction of a concert. tame the beast.
reflections lyrically afternoon while I should be studying breakfast on plutooooooooooooooooo!! arghszjkhfrbcjhfwcvevv!!!%$&£%£&%$£ dfaj °°!!!
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