Crowns, bugs and dramas are claiming for a lullaby for my sweetest child. Brown eyes, dark hair, no more air to breath. It doesn't cost a penny but it's still quite expensive. Words, swords, dreams and budgets. What's reality and what shouldn't be seen? Sparkles. Part of the spirit has dried in the form of sperm. Twilight. Dawn. Yards.
Breath in, breath cut, marshmallows, bunnies.
Kilts and dinky pinky.
The minty smell of the fresh toothpaste blows my mind away.
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