i blinked and it was a moment ago when the life i live, d
wrote writs with muse ic and love enough to call us us sir us and all us us
enough to breathe a berth without the valet of rich blood
(the valet being a working gift flesh and bone dick and skins usually both carabiners fullofother peoples keys) and wearing waring clothes they wouldn't wear if they could could like the ones they park the cars for; wearing the blanket tucked
what ever that means the middle is worth the battle as employed ,
bleeding into it the blood of ghost jesus became the blood of the rich is most yet and i is am and am is at a point that is is at at
here as here can get as of now
who here is done with it the whip being a penance owed/paid to an owner either gained or birthed into it schooled in the way in which it cams and not in the way it
matters and i couldn't know but would but can't because of
so the only work or real thing to us is but
bullet the lie the light shin shine in
and love it
leaving me wine and tone and silt and gift and sweat and blink and lists and lists and lists
however skin comes is goes i'm afraid of
and your words know me
like the flowers do only we had a drink once and
i imagine it more'everything even now with wrinkles and time changes the planets and us but not the feeling; begit a pulse and skin
one has to Do it all to see it all
that mean s it all and people think what is he doing and the muse is flow regarding not your moves for they are different people with different things to care about
how different are we i still love you
wrote writs with muse ic and love enough to call us us sir us and all us us
enough to breathe a berth without the valet of rich blood
(the valet being a working gift flesh and bone dick and skins usually both carabiners fullofother peoples keys) and wearing waring clothes they wouldn't wear if they could could like the ones they park the cars for; wearing the blanket tucked
what ever that means the middle is worth the battle as employed ,
bleeding into it the blood of ghost jesus became the blood of the rich is most yet and i is am and am is at a point that is is at at
here as here can get as of now
who here is done with it the whip being a penance owed/paid to an owner either gained or birthed into it schooled in the way in which it cams and not in the way it
matters and i couldn't know but would but can't because of
so the only work or real thing to us is but
bullet the lie the light shin shine in
and love it
leaving me wine and tone and silt and gift and sweat and blink and lists and lists and lists
however skin comes is goes i'm afraid of
and your words know me
like the flowers do only we had a drink once and
i imagine it more'everything even now with wrinkles and time changes the planets and us but not the feeling; begit a pulse and skin
one has to Do it all to see it all
that mean s it all and people think what is he doing and the muse is flow regarding not your moves for they are different people with different things to care about
how different are we i still love you
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