Untitled // Alex Strohl
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Untitled // Alex Strohl

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Son como el hoyo, y se creen la raja.
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Se volvió a gusano mariposa, cansada de volar y no poder arrastrarse al fondo de las cosas, a ver si dentro puede comprender
Robe Iniesta,
Tercer movimiento: Lo de dentro
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Entre los cerros Larraín y Barón, Valparaíso

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Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
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Con el cabello olor a humo y las manos congeladas, la habitación desordenada y el trabajo acumulado, la nostalgia en las pupilas y el sueño en las ojeras, recojo trozo a trozo este corazón trizado.
Con el tiempo en mi contra y el viento a mi favor, con la vida por delante y el recuerdo en las entrañas, los colores y texturas de una piel ahora extraña son lejanas imaginaciones para mí.
Con la vaga esperanza de volver a amar y el inconsciente de aún no haber zarpado, navego a la deriva en el mar del día a día, naufragando cada noche en mi almohada y en mi sed.
Déjame quedarme aquí en el fondo, déjame quedarme anclada a tu ser, y no habrá frio ni marea que con su sal me corrompa ni me desgaste la piel. Este acero mal pulido aguanta sueños y recuerdos de fiestas y temporales al amanecer.