New Equation
6-5-20
All in Summer's old fashioned miracle
And our song for the animals of Give it what I'm tingling
Ten months we smother and no lover intimate tragical
I call her while I can as to kiss you as we pretend
As the close of the criers of ones awareness
For the review of the Bruise defeated as an ear inclined to heaven
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Among other ceremonious for Tibet Pilistatens
And management apart from Armaseddon...
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