These crumbs that fall slowly on the sidewalk that crossed and I ate yesterday, I remember I'm not alone, there are many like me who eat the other and, without wanting to make outside his nakedness. The bird did not want to share with me the remains of bread from their ancestors belong. Choose
float around me to be your thing and leave. Yes, it is as it says the adage, "birds that flew ate, perhaps nothing is more contemporary and true to that statement.
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