Thursday, November 4, 2010

Montreal Brazilian Waxing


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I'm talking loudly from the corner of the world.
My mouth moves relentlessly forming vowels and consonants, try our best to arrange meaningful. I speak and speak leaving the skin on each floor built, but it is useless: no one understands my language. Nobody.
Some days I am the daughter of Babel u_u

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