He likes to scream at nights and I like lullabies.
He likes to bite my neck in the mornings and I like to heal myself.
He likes to scratch my arms and I like to ask how did it happen again?
He likes to watch the fan spinning in the room and I like to blow it.
He likes to jump on one chair to another bed and I like to move my eyes around him.
He likes to start sentences and I like to finish them.
He dreams to live in a plastic bag and I like to imagine the sound he would make.
He will say I will be gone soon and I'd like to say hush,it doesnt matter now









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fuck you very much.
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ondokuz
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siks oonmä suruinen.
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siks oonmä suruinen.
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