crying
This is why the star dog, the worry, is such a star night. Puppy, starry, Lilke Maria's. Mother, I miss the stars, so many mother pigeons, as if they were blooming. Far away from what comes, you seem to have a liner morning as far away as the season is. Morning is love and reason, just as pigeons and desks bloom in one far away. Bogo, spring is the reason for the girls, the reason for the stars,..