side moans and sliding worrisome fears was what they bore, climbing modern digression. they whimper in the night, not growing, not being allowed to grow running rushing to and fro for a time until they decided to climb a great peak. i hurt myself with them. it hurts now, like i have been struck by a bow. i know i know. but it is being remedied through this speech here. i feel so sick. i have been warped enough wrapped in non-relaxation and focus on the wrong had burnt my tongue. and now? the remedy.
chalmes and ions in the pockets of nigh betwixt si calcifire, Neptune reaks in zen base fields of synergy. time overrules the factors of need and wilts the crevices whitch bloom. often each berry crept over lawn defacto. multiplying in symblicity. over dawn and hollow, under noon and rye. optuna leets bass shift in a minor c scale. never before has saturn been banned, yet the planes of serendipidy lye... still my contracts are dripping with seven eries. elephant nonchalant write the palm. drift on a scry. same they are, same with a raft... night scales the opportune wish to dream its life open. left hands, maple tune and boss fried with a capital Fellow. tunes wait in the mirror for its long lost dove, so I reap with elements atop a barrier of corn. "seep your crest into thine", they tell me. so I sink into their indigo structures. "it's about a flock of bees". barren twist those rexerous hours, ever crescent, ever moving the fire. so Instead, "Imma
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