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23.10.2017 You are not going to find here your rejection. Hold me in your arms. Do not let me go. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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22.10.2017 Happy birthday sweet tomato. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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21.10.2017 Neighbours, tell the stories as only you know. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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20.10.2017 At the same place, looking for something we have at home. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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19.10.2017 Paranoia. I am sober. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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18.10.2017 We are not always enlighten. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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17.10.2017 I keep on coming back to the same place. I keep on looking at the same element. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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16.10.2017 What about losing it? From one day to another one? #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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15.10.2017 Wisdom is love. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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14.10.2017 Not every time I can fit all what I want on the same frame. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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13.10.2017 In your dreams you don’t know how awake I am. How happy you make me. I share with others but I am with you. I feel touched by...
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12.10.2017 “Because I want and have to believe that way” #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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11.10.2017 There is not such a thing as a static figure in this new routine. Do you think there is love in the touch? #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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10.10.2017 It’s funny that we speak about change because I see my face and body transformed several times per day. You said I am...
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09.10.2017 I skip a day to avoid anger. I skip the day to get to the night. I skip the thought because it only endangers. I skip the...
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07.10.2017 Early awaken. Miss the skin. Common places: A storm on a hill. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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06.10.2017 Beauty: melt on one another. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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05.10.2017 The way you kiss me translates into language. #diary #ManuelMoncayo
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04.10.2017 “He came across the back of a bureaucratic stash shot the lot for credit and never got it back. Getting lashed, getting lashed...
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03.10.2017 I could only get you in a way. I saw your colors and they were not anonymous for the first time. You started making sense,...
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