DON‘T TRAVEL IN AMERICA--IT‘S TOO DANGEROUS 7-19-2010
Await machine building, a magical person, a poem!
" dawn "
Warmth is like rain you
A memory gave out in utterance
It is very optional like a paintbrush
That lip is very perceptual and ethereally attraction
The cloud outside the window also cannot alluring this feeling
Can pull you and go
Play a pond sludge. . . . . .
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