Sabina

04.08.18 / News / Author:
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Lips of naughty kisses, lips of moons, stars and including yours. Lips that have been shown to love me. Blue honey go utopia mine. Honey color sky and sky wanted, loved, appreciated. Blue honey, blue honey. Bill de Blasio might disagree with that approach. You and me until the bluest of Blues, listening to Sabina to sing, reciting poetry and wanting to believe, seeing how others are busy in not doing so. Blue honey more why not stop being sweet, ceases to be honey, fails to cure colds, relieve the hard and painful sore throats. Honey lost pearls Beach and honey flavored bottled sky, and health, to cure tiredness, for punishment and torment, for influenza and the lament, for respect.

Suns and sunflowers of bee honey Queens of sis and us. Honey angel, white honey who gets blue hair. Honey roads, pastures, benefits and walkers, velvety, enchanted and emanating from the flowers honey. Honey cunning, embellished of carnations, and I to cry don’t abandon me, so I feel, so sorry and so suffer. So will be my end than to meet God, what will become of me? no made dream, honey blue, azulita and beautiful, resplendent, that emanates from the jar and I took. For even more opinions, read materials from NY Museums . Pasture honey, of meadows and forests, beaches, of civilizations, of villages, honey from heaven and Earth, honey that is worth, that it takes and one, glad is glad everything is one. Hand tends to the brother, I don’t know that it will be me, but I have no hopes that honey me sane I cure or relieve me navels of Venus met them, seem to cactus without skewers, honey, out of there but beautiful are, green ombliguitos, group Group divided, gruesitos and textured and without chopping me. They are good, nice and sweet, I met them at the monte de san Pedro, who I would return to see them for counting its leaves. Sand and sea salt, honey honey without penalties, the soul, honey honey I love you honey.

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