Motion the approval with a flick of your wrist bounces back from your arm is a compound fracture where a hair line so thin underlies all existence is being and being is resisting with our tethered will and lay broken still.
Write about me with your eerie penmanship, regale a story about the fallen soldier whose wounds are pleated with envious wraps withdrawing him from a certain hell. Shadow the sun with your heavyhearted hand and push the clouds back with a bat of an eyelash.
Suckling, the fruit of forbidden gardens you pray, optimistically, with your hands clasped together, for a better fate than this one, but you are stunned by the end, so while you meander about with a sigh and a bout with click in your step and a grin on your lips you can fathom me with all my powerless to the holy divinity a trilogy of Episcopal proportions.
The unconventional mechanism of twisted diluted fate where we embark on an exploration of tidal times with tilted minds swivel in confusion to ignore the illusion of a squint in the eye of a lesser powered vision.
Write about me with your eerie penmanship, regale a story about the fallen soldier whose wounds are pleated with envious wraps withdrawing him from a certain hell. Shadow the sun with your heavyhearted hand and push the clouds back with a bat of an eyelash.
Suckling, the fruit of forbidden gardens you pray, optimistically, with your hands clasped together, for a better fate than this one, but you are stunned by the end, so while you meander about with a sigh and a bout with click in your step and a grin on your lips you can fathom me with all my powerless to the holy divinity a trilogy of Episcopal proportions.
The unconventional mechanism of twisted diluted fate where we embark on an exploration of tidal times with tilted minds swivel in confusion to ignore the illusion of a squint in the eye of a lesser powered vision.
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