I Wish to be child

Wish to be fitter ...
10-year-old butter
I'm just a magnet!
I have a little butter in the thought ...
I want to go out on the storm night ...
Thought tree wore under the tree!
Call back
The river gaarutra ...
My dead smile on the river!
My mother
Storm light in the night
The little butter crying on the ground ...
Say, mother, today is my holiday ...
Wish to be fitter ...
10-year-old butter
I'm just a magnet!
I have a little butter in the thought ...
I want to go out on the storm night ...
Thought tree wore under the tree!
Call back
The river gaarutra ...
My dead smile on the river!
My mother
Storm light in the night
The little butter crying on the ground ...
Say, mother, today is my holiday ..
The dead son of a luxurious Maghara
Leave today ...
Leave today ...
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Posted: Dec 2018

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Comments (1)

Harbal
This is what happens when we don't check the dates on the stuff in our fridge regularly, Sacred_Angel. I can only imagine the state of that butter. barf
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