Today is Friday, a day of festivities.
A week farewell thirsty media
We killed a step
older;
live one day less than yesterday.
The wind does not loosen and counterclockwise,
will last breath ...
drops dead. Reborn
morning
older but still party death
because every second fattening
and your spirit will perish
between
autumn leaves rustling under the ARENA wound soles of Marga- marga
recentwill smile, sparkling waves
full of what was being
and that's how you got
finally Dad, Mom
ever, ever after.
to the day of death.
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