Inner Realms
Dark cavern. Dark cave. Darkened woods. Depraved mind. Depress not a mild mannered pea of a peak. Detriment to health. Regardless of self. Ignoring lots of wishes is to place oneself in a rusted fire. And who to trust but the inner sanctuary of tomb bless from the core. Makes no sense to have an onion. Care for it then chop it. But thrice over is akin to putting tights inside out in a dust bin. Shaggy dome. Curls. Meaninglessness of a person. Thriving on eradicating another. And who could argue whether cooking with the strings is good or not? Silence wandering warriors. You are rising dispite the low clouds. Inner inherited wisdom. And a large portion of cranberry jelly with brie. Always with brie. And now a shirt term of self. Thus bridging. Creating bridges is good for nomads. Dutiful wisdomatic curvaceous zones of a plaintiff in a meeting. Gone. Good. Salisbury.
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