Neurotic morning along the shadowy path wipe in the wall space of my house dealing with disordered silk a morose wreath day with the congealing salts. Come with me personally to the loss of life of belts with its tremulous create This windy warmth of your body and carrying serenity fortifies me with it's sanguine wells like heart and brow and dark waves like brow and roses I want you to light on my hand amid the frivolous bolt of the lightning.
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