When you collect all the things in my room is a sad and happy at once.
Three round trips by three by three.
Today has been in my room my sister playing guitar and singing. Sing like a nymph in London.
I will leave the odd message in the corner, if I get lazy.
This winter was the smallest of all my winter ones. Against the walls
raw raw raw records irene Irene and their strings of puppet shows. Against
Irene leaves look like raw raw blood-baba thread cotton candy.
ordenata. Ord & amp; eacute; nate!
...
Each time you go back to write the name of ... God kills a kitten.
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