Steel insistent penetrates these yellow wedges body, with such zeal, that mere hunger for food is not enough to justify it.
appetite plunges this frame of emotions, ranging from the crust warm up to a heavy ceramic, in a higher context. How
slender saplings spring pollen crying deaf to the beat of a fairy tale East.
The metal tips are nourished by sadistic Goduria of this autopsy, and I will add this blood greedy gulps of cheap, fuel for my next trip to the fabric.
And the smell of the earth which is built on the floor that supports me, says it has no name, so easily annihilate the distance of this world founded on the ashes and scatter.
And also the poles of this planet, so too dissimilar, would venture a kiss.
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