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On covers newspapers or dead in three years, I'll see your pale forehead and our finality, will be tall long free and golden if I survive then, all I've done will be forgiven. centurian ass contradictory beginings log house full of children my sisters were many brotherhood of god seven years from my first baptism, I was size. A hundred roads of twilight many inlets to a womans favor without a wallet often picking coin that angels fell from sky off the ground that fleeing star, started my youth. Whispering those conjoined walkings around in faire circles singing old folkist tunes from strings. Leather loin lips only comes from one source I was her lion when she asked I learned to drive when I was young be it constantly, I moved on. Flying in a dust bowl a thousand spring vales War blossams bloom delirious scent Asters all white against dark covers coming Ruby twilight of the eaves in summer lilys picture her face for convincing tease 'break his ribs and raise thy fists' on the sand huffing and puffing. The prism of his movements bloom the desert oasis organic waif fallen from such a state worst than is pure diamonds here I could sleep a thousand lifes away far from those incredulous flights swirl many a dervish bright. Solar and so alone hung on a word and against the world pressed in part peachs vertiginous sunk laughing at the vaunting faults. Four scores of langauge angled corners of momentary facets sets the west unto, gloriously rose amazed the lands are pure desert sands ?
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