Deast before dawn
I said that my fingers can't write love. They knocked on a bunch of inorganic plastic talented times for so long. It has been thoroughly forgotten. But you are my love. So I am stubborn and clumsy expression.
1. On the wasteland of time, 2. We all grow into the grass.
I have recently seen a mild magic. This is the conclusion of the doctor. I never guess my illness. I never believe in the eyes.
There is always a similar sound in my ear. Sometimes it is. Sometimes it is a while. It seems that a door open and closed lens is constantly repeating NG on me.
This is a sign. it's not a big deal. Such a program always picks me to do test. Worse, I don't understand this is a good sign or bad. I don't understand, I love to think about it. The consequence of cranky is my sleep thoroughly.
Hey this is a chain. Time does not rise this. I am still a few sheep when I am white. Number of all Australia plus the sheep with New Zealand, there is only a few tests to pull the kangaroo or 鸸鹋 /.
Yes it is. I mean, I lost my sleep. I posted a search for findings, and it is frustrating that there is still no clues in any clues.
I know what is the relationship between you are strange. Don't worry, I will certainly tell you the connection between the two. There will be some links between any two things. One of the consequences of me lost sleep is to listen to the "another emotion" of the woman's dream of the woman in the evening. Then I found my damn love.
Yes, you finally know all this. You laugh, I don't talk. At this time I was destined, I was stretching in the battle. You are the king forever.
This is destined. I have already been there, so I have no complaints.
You say I love you. So can't give you warmth. I have to hurt you without any happiness.
So well. I learned to talk to you like the Lord.
I say. I am here.
It will live alive when I don't forget to love.
My brain cell is dying daily. Anxiety and passion are aging. Like my skin. There is a little bit of a little bit in the catalyst of time.
When they are quiet, I am quiet. Such as the deceived quiet. I can't see my inner children appearance. Irighter. Self-love has a mess. Think about it.
This day afternoon. Temperature 21 seasoning. Relative humidity is 85%. Ultraviolet index level 1.
I wear a lake blue dress out of sweater cardigan. Stepp on a pair of white soft shoes on the feet. Skirt is above the knee. Outlet of smooth legs and feet.
Sitting in the city square, sit down and see those fat pigeons. Very big wind blows the hair. Shan SMS came over. We do almost the same thing at the same time. Just we are not in a city.
Non-music price increase. Buy a LAMB CD. What Sound. Lou and Andy smile. Transfer to the entire supermarket just to buy a coffee basket. The pocket is empty to find Anne's new book. Fortunately, I didn't find it.
See New ArriVal at ETAM and Esprit. Green shadow of green shadow looking at the window. I saw my own eyes. It feels still humiliated by the material.
My face is a thousand bored my expression vulnerability. My heart is constantly shrinking. It is increasingly difficult to fill it.
I wake up from my dreams, and desperate is equal to hope. I finally be obsessed with my own eyes, so that another year slowed down slowly.
In those who don't love, my heart hole is open.
Love. Or don't love it. It is possible. Two kinds I happen to accept it. It happens to be suspicious.
I ignore everything. I am more like. I forgot to get off at the next stop on this station. The shadow of the time is getting more light.
You use loneliness. I am furnished into a blank.
The strong smell of Johnson & Johnson lavender slowly opened. No more tears are a charming spell. Virtuous people who deceive all parallembers and intermittent contemplations.
In the early morning, I continued to rinse myself with cold water in the mirror. Until all temperature and softness. I imagined that I turned into a frozen fish lying in the refrigerator. I am not here. Nor. I am looking at you with an empty eyes silently watching you.
You are a high-altitude pilot. Live in a very high cloud. Your finger touched him with a touch of heaven. You are my never arrive.
You and I run the same speed. It is not the same direction.
We drag the footsteps because of our very old shadow, it is full of time the ashes. That is an immortal drag.
I found yourself in the morning. I didn't have a smile and there was no pain. I have a big eye to say goodbye to this. This world with me no melon
