I am waiting for burp in mid-June or September now. From Ly go, no one tears the calendar. Maybe the calendar that I just looked frozen the day of the reason. The neck falls out of bed, then goes while he is sleeping. They told that time I woke up, sitting yawning, looking at them for the door
. But I kept sitting out, I waved my hand. I probably think dreaming. Do you do what to do
I don't know how to go a country, don't come back. They showed their shape to consider them later, he was busy with purple clothes, no shadow falling to the bed. About no one standing side. I said so why I looked out at the door? Illustration: Nguyen Van DucLy or the door looked at the door, whether eating or lying, she also chose the position that could look at the front yard, large gate. Normal wire in front of the room was silver faster than the other place because of the white look. Every year they change once every year, seeing new leaves are roofed on the corridor's barrier, we know about Tet. That pus, it is still the landmark, which is still not yet in the year. They used to grow often, which means the type of wire shut down the leaves by hand, but someone looked at the crying leaves, he had a person to break the wire stabbed the knee to cure the joint pain, another number of chewing leaves Swallow the belly. From them, they installed pus vines on the roof, people or lying insomnia because their abdomen. Just boiled in his body
Just excessively cramped, there are stones inserting to the heart, bullying and overwhelmed them. The rock also wants to escape, I guess, but it's too heavy to move yourself. It needs the burp, with extraordinary power, pushing it through the throat. Feel the rock and give the tattered chest. I'm sitting in June or November now. Which dates with themselves, every day without the same thing, the replica came to not false the sound of the West House, the sound of the sticks to be slipped on the concrete floor, the smell of fish sauce in the dining room. And the soup is crushed, despite the date. "Killing old legs and a half is done. They cooked in a peaceful row of him, so everything was crushed, "Li has a buckling, unusual neck. But an old man and a half-legged to the sky. Ly go. Both followed a bit difficult to understand: falling to the ground and rising to the sky, almost at the same time, only the old man fell from the roof. The meals are still, still making the remaining tooths embarrassed because of meaningless existence. I saw at the bottom of a cup of teeth. Both the dinner table rose because the object was displayed, everyone could stop the tongue with teeth in his mouth. Someone ever owned it. I shelves them, no one doesn't accept it. My teeth still hold on this pocket. Every time I look at it, I think about things that leave without breaking. Go as fallen leaves. Going as the rain falls. It's like that. Ly no one has moved. I am climbing on both beds. Now I wait on June, on the bed. Maybe in December, now they will spread the new spring to the fence. Miming physical, I looked at the door, trying to hypnotize the lie climbing. It knows that the leaves suffer from gold. But I'm bored immediately. Ly-smelled beds, though they were carrying pillows, cleaning all the surfaces. Not the smell mixture of the elderly, of the wind oil, pharmaceutical medicine, the urine of the dead skin, this smell strip is over, so it is also lighter, something is a bit far away. I think the smell of the door look. Long-time accumulation, why can I dissolve immediately. I don't care about the door or gate. Burns sorry through some places, it went from inside him. Wait every day, it must come, I can sleep. It's hard to guess it will be time, or when the rice is finished, I still have a tea, listen to it. Or have to wait for it from meals to over the night. Maze late. The party room also scratches into the wall (then after the itching coal scratching his hand blood). The atmosphere was so quiet that the lizard fell after the shortness of the bait also broke out. The wind slapped the wall. The mosquito flew with a smashed wing, the hose was probably the blood of the bed on the other side. When sleeping in the face, it also faces the shelf first, probably the dream in the dream of flapping the fly also looking at it. For a long time, the puffiness on the side of the pillow swollen than the other side, and face further, also a lot of folds. I can look over all the room, I mean everything. Statistics of two pillows on the back, based on the walls into a hundred-degree corner, dropping the pair to the bed for the wind to blow, can sit too long. The iron cabinet is winged, a blanket corner, as if detecting a cold outside air. The road jar always forgot to cover the lid on the small table placed between the two beds full of small medicine boxes, in that day many blisters don't have any tablets. Stressed vinegar flies do not know, so he can go to the chickens full of waves or spaces of their opposite of the nodes. Ancient meat or moldy or fragrant fruity smells that they are charmed. On the television, the creature also identified cancer cells. From Ly go, vinegar flies also disappeared, I suspected them to go to the sky. Wild blank bed. Just . Dịch vụ:
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