The window of my room is sick. Cries all day, it rains in torrents while the sun set. The cold sweat soaked and the wall begins to fade. And I put songs that cheer to anyone. I feel in bed at her slowly, gently. He refuses any dialogue. I returned a blurred reflection and quiet in tears that run off the frame. You can pet and dry the windings, the tuck to notice it cold with the blind.
How to cure a window worth?
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