Testo Picture Of Health

Testo Picture Of Health

My last guilt-themed solicitation delivered slowly in hesitation, it could not soothe me, could not seduce me into repainting these strokes so loosely. How I remember my ex-blue t shirt. Where the hole in it fell... Plain-dressed, wilting and wired, you were the picture of health. Wine
glass drowning, postponed narration make every new drag no mere frustration. I fell in debt to those country crooners mourning lost love like Spanish funerals. Dye the grey hair you grew in secret to a root-colored shell. Frozen mid-sentenced smile, you were the picture of health. (No prognosis implied)
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