Crispy little talk - ll
Moody light, crystal eye, obscure sky and crazy life.
The tailor of life seems dishonest to me, it packed all of my soggy belongings and squeezed itself under the smothering bed.
I can't sleep now, for I almost seize the truth of its big conspiracy, what a trick.
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