Tick, tock - not that night.
The Dawn caressed my eyelids.
Presently, in my mental focus
extended again towards day. So I read them behind me.
the night.
Yes, it was the moment when I thought even to feel ,
I was by Sir P. Diddy. nd so I let it slide,
the look grinding stone on my head.
Lies open gate and door.
it through Trat
Indeed. Today I will strip . gave
strips across the country, the noise.
But I paused: my mouth.
I cleaned it with no intoxicating drink.
For know, oh you silly creatures:
for me there is no turning back
. .
Not this night
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