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Wysłany: Sob 19:37, 18 Gru 2010 Temat postu: Women smoke |
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women smoke, while pumping his mouth full of that taste, they are not pumping when the air is still full of the flavor. Apply again and again to light when the taste of their own, not the mouth did not taste, is the smell of smoke did not. Long the smoke will set short,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych],[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], people will long home chaos, the heart is not flat, and can expect? Smoke was pumped to the head and also off, flavor is not enough, come one. People, living coming to an end also tired, body odor is not enough, hope can only be left to future generations the. People more and more reality, and reality to the process not only results, not more than half to talk about reality to death. Language has been very boring, not the strength to believe in, nor the realization of power. Only a lot a lot a touch of tobacco smoking, spitting,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], breathing the air, watching the floating gas you think of heavy, imagine if I had not so heavy pressing love you, you will also floating disappeared in my life. Cherish every time you breath, every time you appreciate the hesitation, not I do not care,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but you smoke or fog, winds, directions on the side of the.
women smoke, smoking on the taste never changed his tune, women smoke, the smoke is not a waste of your counterpart again. Live is not a mixed society, working smoke, smoke friendship, social smoke at home, not as their own small cigarette smoked. Then no matter how tough it is small that you love smoked flavor, it made no goods can not be on the table, are the first port to return home. Busy pumping may attend two, some spare time to a tired, smoking is not emotion, pumping is the taste, the taste that make their own nostalgia. When one day old, to accompany him is also the taste.
late at night, outside the drift of the rain, but not stopped, the wind was cold, the air everywhere can smell the breath of winter . Quietly at the ceiling and dark, but they can print out your figure. How long have not seen you for a month? Daily non-stop thoughts, and dream of traveling.
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