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I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins. All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys. Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair. Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere. Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth. Nursing my sore blunt tongue. Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks.
Wow que le temps passe vite . Abonne-toi à mon blog! 4 ans . Wow que le temps passe vite . A 14h26 je me suis voila sa fait vraiment 4 ans a cet instant précis .