Street Not
But the beauty of walking is not smooth
As
The skin does not touch the water quenched Ni
When in his mug
is not how women But
loved everything to love
do not always have to talk
To say the things is not always silent
hide
is not always
According to what is done
Neither is doing what you're Function
rest will not always sleep
fire burning on Ni Ni
water it soaks in a basket
huge garbage
made of ideas I have discarded all the precepts
And now I walk free and loose loose
devours life
That string of unique moments.
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