3.29.2005

my little star

One day, she came from that wired place, and danced just for me.
In other day, when I was singing her favorite song, she came and give me one little star.
The last day that I saw her, was when I was crying because my little star fall down; she came and kissed me very slow…
Since that day I’m here just waiting for any excuse to see her again.

Carmilla Hash Davenport

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