Genelia flavor of a 'citadel of fine spring night was slipping away into an abyss
the frothy lager imported Belgian.
He pulled it over his arms backwards at the nape, as if to look like a swimmer on the first day of sun and stretched his legs on the bench pale green.
"Are you tired?" exposed with a languid murmur Miss goodnight.
"Not really ..." retorted,
"... It 's just that I do not know how to explain the fragility of these nights likely to close in the dullness ..."
allusiorio conceived to do with his words, but Miss
bedtime did not want more droop in the chatter of her submissive half
Not tonight.
He took it gently by the collar, dragging him away
,
along the uncertain path of a Midnight spring.
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