Creaks In the Stairs
Theres a child
That answers the question with a thousand wishes
Witch, from his tongue, he couldn't hold in even for amusement
Because they, like a first impression,
Need the humble accompaniment of a friend
And so,
Instead of asking for 3 wishes,
It's the 4th till the end
It's when She asks at all!
"Why should it matter to them?"
"After all, I am but a friend of a friend of a friend
who knows...
just when
to stare
and when to listen"
Kiss Her!!
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