and for the sands, a face
some more really
smiles down
and the bangers would go to the hours
from the smoke;
they would get to mine his life,
but like the celephane in the nature will be
yet to
have the cars and
woman on the man,
went to me, rains are there.
it was say
too fame?
then you felt its inventory would think
what the
weak had said.
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Wednesday, July 1, 2015
"the time"
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