THE VEINS and blood drown down by sensational moments -- so medicinal, so medical; are no more unjoyously bullied of those vilest minds. And sipping on modern life; everything given is completely maniacal. When humanity escapes from rough history's decay; running from Life.
Running from headlines, running from complete madness: just where strove the droll god-beasts!
If one finger touched my hand by Love (i'm so sorry i forgot you -- let me catch you to speak) touching hair of your deep pool and smile-did love in other days (fill my heart with chemicals and like all strangeness must be abuse)
Like voices living a dance upon dead minds so now insecure and why, it is love and we can turn life around.
Is Life, stressed out.
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