i have, despite the .page of swords. full .judgement. they always were--they have no power
over me. a day and my skin, being in is everything, formations out of tongue become fools
on display.
again, i have, despite .a fortune we could have shared. in .fire and air. a day when you aren't
here. and my skin is a must of fevered understanding, never felting out without looking in &
it's tricky.
we are tricky. like a fair amount of public speaking directed at unfamiliars to catch an eye to
farther our own *meaning* meal me, daring meat. a muscle shifts with dynamics, but some
like it fragile.
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