Dont belive days.
Don't belive weeks.
Don't belive months.
Don't belive years.
"Are you bored, this is to you dear"
When i take me to round in floor.
From there i think to care me.
But incidents changed.
There is no more permission to round.
Your dream will defferent.
Many days kill you.
Am i correct?.
Oh, no
I think now changed.
Ithink now fixed.
Do you sleep between my poems.
Now changed.
When you become to judgment me.
Please take your memory.
And think me.
Oh, no. now changed!!!!

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