
By I. Wio (10) Writing in the dark really unaware, ink flies away thinking about the night. Everything is still no to be. **** Right or left, I can’t decide. Going nowhere. Help is not coming, Trains are through.
By I. Wio (10) Writing in the dark really unaware, ink flies away thinking about the night. Everything is still no to be. **** Right or left, I can’t decide. Going nowhere. Help is not coming, Trains are through.
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OMG, such a deep thought and what a great style. ❤
Excelente Ilan
Fan absoluta