My dream Leaning by Maternal appearance
Poet: Duo Sai
I carried her into the elevator, close to the body of my wrist, such as light and soft cotton, she needs a bed rest.
Withered face tired but it is frustrating to be long-term effects of diabetes, and that symptoms have been constantly winding her body.
When she and I alone occupy a huge room, I clearly saw her body lying on the bow song stuck in bed, but I walked over, but suddenly found that the mother has no body. |
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