you I love you like nobody loved you. I say this with particular security. With the imagination of traveling to get back to you.
To get back to you:
in parallel. Perpendicular. To get back to you on the line that is. Still something different, something we do not know, something that does not exist in any universe. With all your arms. With all that fill my kisses your neck. Failure to tears halfway, take to the weight of colors in the vertebrae. My life without a break open your life.
To get back to you:
eat in the same table three, four, five. Which you and I multiply. No percent. No per thousand. For names like the know.
A meaningless. In a sense. Throughout your body that was lost in my imagination.
To get back to you:
fingers piano.com As the winter in Paris. As the men killed. Sure.
you I love you like nobody loved you.