Waiting to keep open and I stole the valley
Other side of the world on this side
I smile when I'm already.
It impossible
His still small voice hidden love
My ego mind of the guard
The sound that often do not pick a flower falls
I was born here is beautiful.
Hearsay than a bite from an apple
Have had little trust me hungry
Mica mica hot lips child
I will loose the color of blood involved.
Word spread on canvas portrait is already spread
Half of his drawings, I'm gazing
I put on the light and dark eyebrows
My fiery twilight sick.
I love it
No more than the public person
My ribs and woven through and goddesses than physical happening.
I dream one of the Clock Tower
Good morning, I greet him
Good night I go to bed, I greeted him
My day has been too simple and incomplete.
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