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mail me or not!It wasn't the sound of an airplane the bus was an insect somewhere behind behind my ear smaller than a fly it circle for a moment before my eyes then disappeared into a dark corner of the room on the round white table top affecting the ceiling was an ashtray made of glass a long thin lipstick smeared cigarette smoldered and it near the edge of the tables to the pear shaped wine bottle with a picture and it's labeled of a blonde woman her mouth full of grapes from the been she held in her hand
Lily was taking half of her makeup she wiped her face with a little cottonwood flattened and soaked with a piercing me fragrant liquid she leaned over to peer into the mirror and took off her what false eyelashes they were like the fins of a tropical fish.
What make up there was left on leave your cheeks sure faintly she tossed a stone of the peach into the ashtray pulled out the pins to take down her die there and began to slowly brush its waivers a cigarette to confirm this corner of her mouth.
Fighting fighting my rising knows yeah i asked has there been some trouble.
First lillian through the whiteness than i did for a moment we couldn't hear anything new few seconds unbearable pain struck our ears it was as if they they had been pierced with hot needles really clutch doors and fell but and fell backward my chest was filled with the author of burning.
Lily's who shadow mood on the wall small dance shadows from the electric bald on the ceiling and large faint shadows from bianco lamp overlapped and overlapping with complex the like living things just like a me these diving in the diving and resigning
lily where are you coming to the bird with me lily i can't see anything the i can't see a thing i rolled on the floor nearly ran outside.