Zig. Zag.
Criss. Cross.
Fuck the time,
yet hear the bells.
You type too slow;
waiting, waiting.
Hello Danielle.
Says I tonight.
Says I any night.
HA!
Can I leave now?
No more left.
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Sao Martinho do Porto
Trapped
There is no hiding from the world around me.
Where to run?
Sao Martinho do Porto
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