Succinct...
Sugarcane lips, Palpitation kisses, Lisping whispers, Canvassing letters.
A bit of poetry. :)
Apply what you learn...
but, interpret what they teach!
You’ll know death, personally. She’s the testimony of rituals, a choir hymn.“
I’ve a world, larger than any intergalatic measurement! Who speaks of one planet, that has returned to itself...
The one and ONLY reality each being of Godliness has ever known?
-These are the EXACT people that have either lost or sacrificed everything!
THEY DO NOT KNOW! Universes are beyond a shape or color...
That’s what makes the knowledgeable idea so ideal and perfection
“just mediocre”.
Punishment is like a handful of fiery-granules, test-tubes.
There is never enough time to create energy.
-There is only (numerically) enough energy to be accounted for.
I’ll admit -that my feces is shit… plagues like sickly cells, the reaver of dreams, another reaper. Hands on blood, mud on shoe. Who of which two must you also choose these too?“
There is a first, that is the first, it is first, First.
The cobblers' stone was broken into chips, gripping around the outside edges of each crease where every seismic material had previously collided. She bridged the water & hell; the type that once (upon many occasions) stole both ships and land. I reached outward, attempting to hold her hands, just before the tide, it already washed away her blond hair with a physicists laboratories and chemicals. She was a trash, a waste. Most men (nor other women) could fathom her eternal value. Love, love -she was my ONLY love. This was, after all, the story of... "How One Little Life": a tiny woman, weakened the mortal's god-forged shields and these swords of our armies.
I DID IT!!!!! LOOK!!!
Tiny moments are these... that only a value will compare to them.
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