piątek, 24 czerwca 2011
Divine (2)
A little pond, mom went to church. In the morning I was terrified of slamming - I thought it was my mother, and it was a david.
I was breathing deeply at the dexter - my eyes felt better. I talked to the poet about the cash register. He said it was right: there are plenty of talented people, he needs people who are ready to earn.
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