Democracy, cherishe child of the blue ray, has its victims
the ignorant
the black holes of war heroes, measurelessto humans
is but a ray of the gods sceptre,
umutable purifying scientific answer, cleaning, so the riddle of history can intrancingly guide us to the human race and its embers
the diamond path to the face of,
to the
can i see destinations or concetration the distilation of our dreams poured on a world that depends on greed in order to function its extacy,
Not imagination and the many jewels inside you, the saphires, the rubies, the topazes, enigmas of extacy.
when you reveal yourself in the club to the ancient actores from forgoten theatre demons swinging silversabres in the universe, i
ii mee, ride in a spaceship the very latest fashion, and hold the banner, you grab me, baby puppie from hell
falling through the blue sky
i relax on the sofer a moment and another glance, encounter with her
the scientific aproach to love, ansuer to antique vows
but the riddle has a code from the feeling encapsulated
you love my passion, you make corners for me to disclose myself spine to u, pluck your tree
your happy your passion floweth and cmpels to compound moving clouds.
that pour on your garden
its was good, but just a klenex
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