" What can I do when the night comes,and as soon as my eyelids reaches down, I'll be breaking into myraid of stars . "
{M}.
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Wendy House
Poetry" Once apon a time, the bygone was draw breathing in front of our eyes but soon we perceived that they passed through our eyelashes , like a wind rushed through ". -------------------------------------------- Another poetry ... Hope you all enjoy r...
•Stars•
" What can I do when the night comes,and as soon as my eyelids reaches down, I'll be breaking into myraid of stars . "
{M}.
