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Simple cause life _900 word
west window,hollister, slowly shutting out the sun, the star child gradually flashing torture you wavefront inter teaser distant snuggle moon never understand not see this light between thoughts. I love also look into the distance a starlight,abercrombie, like Ming seems dark, in the flash. Share feelings or blurred, and I will continue to lonely watering, pruning, waiting for the bloom.
I'm standing on the edge of rivers and lakes into the the many life day, very shallow, not yet resolved capital and reason for life, has been said to myself to be a simple, simple, simple pleasures of life in hand, and even see up silly, a little bit funny, feel they can indulge these ideas can be thinking of aplomb its own way, like totally have a blue. I do not know that this is not an answer to the life, and how it will score,abercrombie.
quiet sound night comes faster than tired,
light and dark, the mouth of the pipe,
industrious Mars.
This is a contradiction! Originally himself gave then a near-perfect answer, often thought of the life of the feedback,montre, my thoughts again fall into the vast, like just dye ink night,hollister.
year, for two years,abercrombie france.
last glimpse of the sun.
the most beautiful of the action, standing
high hoe following,
Peak. Dark, clear.
bare mountains cemented a printmaking.
around Pan dark red clouds,
night will be deep, letting trivial wings enjoy flying in the sky. Do not lose the direction of the front row, will not be extinguished distant stars, can not forget the cherished dreams. Try to forget some of the dusty past, he can not stand, it is always time traveled, forget just a self-deception, it would simply put aside those asking for trouble, in the dead of night, when sweet sleep,abercrombie, think about dawn I later under the blue sky and who comfortably share the sun turned back the moment the lights cup of tea.
work daytime, at the moment, never reluctant to mobilize the brain cells make crowded friction, for those data and drawings. The rest, is a glass of water, delicate scattered clear fog, poetic, Qin Run my eyes. For a light yellow of the concrete jungle, I'll race you! Now I need the construction of a fence in the garden of the soul, the construction of the paradise that you can not give you,hollister.
think others want to do it yourself can do, is I can simply happy answer this?
parents of labor also cultivated the land. I'm very good, in the distance you the rest! On the slopes, but also keep the feet of my childhood, joy was already grown up. Poem written a few years ago, quite similar to the thoughts of the moment:
gently beside me and crawling across a lazy afternoon sun, has been, I do not want to wait for the night in the sunsets, to the natural my lonely, do not need to go to superfluous ingredients,hollister, disturbed night.
flashing in the trail back to the village
hometown of night, the night moment will come, the reversal of the Earth's rotation does not move,abercrombie, miss the time difference. But I can imagine a ravine where smoke, over and over again my homesickness misty winding.
the
Khan's taste.
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