death has come undone from that mole on the side of his mouth, the way he laughs denies the damp air instead of obsession. Such freshness calls for storms, ugly constrains and stains. my step was my heart , why is your hand on the north east of my head? I could enjoy purling teeth, the wondering with glimpse and to bother once in a while. you know, you have your funny accent. Do you recall a little girl, who cares? you are not, you are stiff with dark weapon and drawing lines and out-stretch hand , and upsets insanity.
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