Touches the palace of my silence

One drop of water

Won the Nobel Peace Prize

This is just.

She is actually a tear of joy.

Mixing with blood cells in the body

Yours lively being

and fascinated

by the intensity of getting the glance alone.

And your imitation jewelry

Can't be touched

Like

Playing sword.

The hand will be split in two when touched

Still thinking

It feels good to think.

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