Obb
And then...
What wasn't totally to be dances with the chance,
and somewhat a bizarre enhancement daring us forward to stay-
over-top touring became the overall mecca of all everlasting deeds,
of all everlasting....
I say, that in a mourning after we could recollect our misgivings and take away one sense of our beings-
but on this mountain,
and internally, we burn the hegemony,
it's a clock to un-walk the categories best beat,
lodging a fell-swooped thing way into the eager whaling beach.
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