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A Bodied Born

Chosen a burden of childhood out goings meant not a reflection of the “happenings” . The severe bruise devoted to the meat and about yellers might not a such heat yet , the world of other tops did not mean a much deed . Separated a soul from a bodied born , as the spirit versus itself and torn . The grave diggers avenges and if so , die my the whatsoever people , but not blue the blown . Some dark , done a gorgeous giant , What part , none was a delicious night . Sleep damned things never be waken up , an instinct flow , up to the paradise , will , though , be a brilliant flight .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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