It burned the back of a sun that it ignores it did not see it, and then she no longer spoke, she let go of his skin burned fingers, and said nothing. He wanted her to say something. Her skin still on her fingers a little, as the sun is too strong to be detached from her, that sun which he knows nothing, and she still wears on his body. He wished she speaks again, she did not leave his hand burned his skin - he imagines bent under the sun there until collapsing on the ground, up 'to be, from one side, marked, and it's as if she could not really be his. He wonders if she has ever been it really, if there was not even before, when she was very white skin almost transparent, the sun somewhere. Maybe she had, somehow, you advance, with the streets too colorful and the smell of alcohol and the sea with skin from his fingers and his nearly naked body him and the night, he feels that he will never know. Maybe she had always belonged to the sun that burns at any time, through clothing almost that grabs undivided. It feels to feel something ice to his head and almost a detonation. She spoke of gunfire in the distance near the sea She said it was a vast sea, I have never seen a sea like this endlessly. Everywhere there was the sea she would speak again before leaving. He told her he wanted her to stop, to leave. He said because he knows she will leave anyway, despite the gunfire, and burns on his back, red spots that devour him back like a skin disease. He only knows it in her waiting to go again, she would tell her, she will return, but he knows she can not say that it can be restored only by chance, somehow by passing. It's as if she needed to live was always, she lived only summer everywhere. He said even before he had just not realizing it, believing it was only a form of recklessness, he remembers his very pale skin and her bright red lipstick, she spent his time doing nothing, he thought she was pretending. It was summer already, except that it was not realized it. This time it was stuck, and heavy, and the sun maybe. He knows very well. He wants her to tell her if she was pretending, doing nothing, apart from again. Had she lived another thing that was. He also said he would like, she parte do more, or maybe he just thinks hard, and he is reviewing, in airports, train stations, leaving, never looking back, never see, from watching, and waiting already.
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