Brazillian Wax South Delhi I've Never Said I was perfect

There are places that can not resist your gaze
even my body, land of insignificant events,
can not resist your gaze,
an opal light switch and parched earth

All Quito became the ailment, became in warheads
Nuclear your hands in your mouth
worn by many hands and many absences
mutated, which you made your presence
unambiguous absolute presence
your multiple presences
your mythological presence
your wings do not melt your voice, your eyes always electrifying
your
look no stone becomes
your impressive and reassuring presence necessary
your strange presence. Everything

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