WRITINGS OF MY NIGHT. It turns out my resume a last word. It was deserted, but in reality so,. If indeed it turns out so. Why is that not true. Guess the contents of the mangosteen. You can guess my heart's content. Any water flowing to lower places sought. Sometimes the sharper inner from the two eyes. Just be still and silent. I believe in you I believe in my nights I believe my destiny.
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