Tip

There is no comparison of the tip with the chad, yet the moon on the fold of the forehead should also accept the rate, your black tip,

A small tip, surprisingly, twisted, as if a fountain had formed somewhere, the stopped river was flowing, the twilight sky had lost its familiar color,

A small tip, but like losing in a black hole, I lost myself, I will fall like a star again, but this time I will be a tip.

A small tip on your forehead.