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It is afterwards, and you talk on tiptoe. happy to be apart of the darkness, lipe becoming limp, a prelude of tiredness. Comeclose and sleepnow for in the morning when a policeman disguised as the sun creeps into the room and your mother disguised as the birds calls from the trees you will put on a dress of guilt and shoes with broken high ideals and refusing coffee run altheway home!
Annons