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23.4.10

Yazmışım bir ara..

These roads are made out of city lights
They can easily fall apart
And you can't piece them back together
'Cause each stone will turn into dust

1 yorum:

  1. ^^



    The red little baby
    Yawns so wide
    and squeezes its father's forefinger
    So hard the father cries

    güzel yazıyosun be pipe dreams.

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