is nothing like a fairy tale.
Some harmless because blowing your ears and remain silent.
we loved, a little dog and the holy.
Zakovali to each other tooth cramps.
She is in the eye of the power plant, and I
some poles very red and yellow. They told
shoulders and arms are slightly
which translates to breathe means: Love ...
childhood and that night went out of her shoes.
Mahalo is a colorful cubes. Books
full pictures, toys and dreams.
Gone are the conveyors Mašnica
and flew leaves pressed tin-foil.
world has suddenly become a higher
for a minor star, somewhere over their heads,
over treetops and roofs ...
And just a little deeper for a slice of cracked
pain.
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