Where Are Pressure Points To Make Someone Fall

Meto failures in the washer

And I would like to be orchid thief, or a reader of dreams, I would like to be the one that makes you coffee bar in the morning or you sell the ticket for the metro, I have always wanted to be the muse of your poems, which seeks the sheets remains of your kisses, your web master closet, which makes the chorus with your snoring, would have been your companion table, reading the newspaper over your shoulder on the bus, which sells you clínex at the traffic lights would be to choose your shampoo, I have been telling you the minute we are, I have had the name that filled your notes. Yesterday

thought I saw you on my street, but not you, sure ...