When I walk on the street.
Actually I feel you smell.
Instinct can control you mean by character
However you can't tell me
Below in this chair
You just stroke me and leave there I want to
In dinner party
How was that for eat your head
I only know your small body
And go away through mountain of cherry
In black charity
You always lead me to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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