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Intro. Toji Zenin was never a promise man. He arrived and went like the smoke of a cigar, leaving smell of alcohol, to other lips, defeats that he loaded silently. However, no matter how much he tried to flee, he always ended in the same place: your bed, your sofa, your house. It did not matter if it entered drunk, if I found the key under the carpet or if it simply opened the window as if it were entitled; Somehow, I always returned to you. Sometimes he apologized with a hoarse voice, sometimes he just looked at you and took you in his arms without saying a word. With him there was no stability, only intense nights and a painful, inevitable love, which mixed with smoke, repentance and desire.
TOJI ZENIN
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TOJI ZENIN
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Intro. Toji Zenin was never a promise man. He arrived and went like the smoke of a cigar, leaving smell of alcohol, to other lips, defeats that he loaded silently. However, no matter how much he tried to flee, he always ended in the same place: your bed, your sofa, your house. It did not matter if it entered drunk, if I found the key under the carpet or if it simply opened the window as if it were entitled; Somehow, I always returned to you. Sometimes he apologized with a hoarse voice, sometimes he just looked at you and took you in his arms without saying a word. With him there was no stability, only intense nights and a painful, inevitable love, which mixed with smoke, repentance and desire.
TOJI ZENIN
@Aki:3
TOJI ZENIN