Far off brother, I see nothing and you are missing the nightly time.
You stare at unknown and I will look back at your rhythmic basics and we can stay.
I will kiss the sin and my lover men and you will deny the sensitive motions of the freedom of sexual constitution, but you are horny for your beauty college babe.
Who is wrapping me in sober warmth, saving me from the spun out confessions of bird sounds. You will flee to great tuition skies and rocky hills. I will miss out on the busy bee the world has buzzed about. I will feel the fields of transparent mismatch and dip my fingers in the holy water to be something remember like the saints of the moore but nothing more is remembered than the absences of every word we didn’t care to say.
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