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Celestial Magnetism
As she deserved the dull role, my wairua saddle, Red, with raven scales and celestial magnetism, He hid, fueling his brains prism, and hear babble, Red-tipped blossoms and a scarcity of escapism. Red, with raven scales and celestial magnetism, Our life amid the vast universe steers us to swoon, Red-tipped blossoms and a scarcity of escapism, Ample delight dome grass, our hands in a lagoon. Our life amid the vast universe steers us to swoon, Our heart cracks and dewdrops cover a hillside, Ample delight dome grass, our hands in a lagoon, We can wheeze while human handles thrill ride. Our heart cracks and dewdrops cover a hillside, Our soul's wellspring yearns for sheer happiness, We can wheeze while human handles thrill ride, We can't ply many solos, and the fury is useless. Our soul's wellspring yearns for sheer happiness, He hid, fueling his brain prism, and hear babble, We can't ply many solos, and the fury is useless, As we deserved the dull role, my wairua saddle. Written: May 24, 2022
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