Half of the shabbings were quiet
Want to slave aback
Up to the most submissive bow to touch the dream
As whole as it is now no longer intact
Maybe it was raining together
Watching hands raise hoarsely
Approximately pressure toward hempas
Waiting to stop in the windu number
Why shale legs hug
Could it be a shadowy foot
Same-necked eyes
Despite the most honey-like smile of honey
If the weight is about to reach
Why off is just the most exciting show
So it's like a world of trust
Black is perfectly white
The soul berpayah ...
Tanggung even the perfect wound
Until the tears without the rest
And the oldest will answer...