Fix my keys.

Come, fix my keys, they don’t want to tinkle.

20 I am, ah bosom friend…

My forehead got the first wrinkle.

And you ? Look in my mirror, it lay here in pieces.

Ha ha ha!

Laughs his reflection, catching God’s smile...

Feel how it creases.

Reviews

[Just Kim]

Awe I love this write. Cute too.
Amazing

[Mariam]

Thanks a lot) Glad that you like.