'To rest'
to rest
I comb my hair, who has made
and who did not do it. Behind the bottle
the cat's whiskers, I will give references
tomorrow. Now I
mirror and put on his hat, look
visits appearance
the sound of the bell.
beautiful brown eyes and fell asleep ..
But I will not speak of love, the love
only do I want it.
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