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Woke up early, the ringtone has not yet sounded, and it��s hard to get lying down, so I got up and gave up. But I can't make a move, and the people who are sleeping with the bed are still grabbing the snoring of the snoring. I open my eyes and squat in front of the window, thinking that today is my duty. Looking up, a curved string hangs on the night sky in the west. The blue curtain is like a long time no one has scrubbed it Newport Cigarettes Coupons, but it is still soft and delicate. At this time, how can there be a moon? "Up and down the West, and go down to the East", the mouth is still fresh in memory, but the moon is not the moon. At that time, although there were high-rise buildings, there were also moonlights; although there were trees and shadows, there were still moons under the willows. It��s just how the moon is like this, like what is like a white wound in the night sky. Thinking about the moon is always a poet's literary talent, and half a month is also attached to the singer's song, I look at this wound, but there is no need to share and no one has traces. There is no complete reunion, no romance of the moon and a half, but there is pain in the cold wind. This is a gradual cracking of the wound. The dust at night erodes its skin. The longer it is exposed, the more the wound will tear, but it is because of this that people will be full of praise for the eternal light of the moon. People are easily injured animals, as long as they insist on fighting the disease, even if the initial struggle is painful, but in the end it will slowly heal after the full moon, and the scars will be integrated into the cloth. If this is just a scar, It must be reminding me to remember the lesson. It is a scar that shines with light. It is a fortune, and only the people who have suffered it enjoy it. It is the eyelid that can't be closed after crying in the dark Marlboro Gold, it is a wound that is difficult to condense in the blood spurt. The white, godless crack, how many white blood cells died in battle, and turned into a pus, suddenly turned into a fierce eye and stared at me, blaming my fault, the curving brow is enough to tear the whole Night scene. At this time, I should ring the bell. Why is it still dark? No, I can see it clearly. It is laughing at me. It is just a greedy mouth. First, I eat the stars on the plate as a dessert, and I just peeled it off. The shell of the sun swallowed, no wonder a silver light poured down from the crack, it is the gesture of its predecessor to raise the high mouth, ridicule the sentient beings Marlboro Red, but also shed annoying spit. The white of horror, the endless night, this is never allowed. I have to organize it before others discover it. I pushed the window open, but only the clean night, a layer of gray on my hand.
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