FW301

FW301

How to stop living in the end and everything Finally, behold, certainly nothing as certain as What we do not have anything uncertain Insert Another line Tiny and a continuous limit Not a harbinger of the Infinite, so as the lines we have two points The sunrise and the only infinitely Only the face of death How slowly is coming from a blow everything What did it feel, just another face Because they never saw the end but the Mask of the dark Revive In the curtain of smoke Behold, there he is born Without the scroll event Behold, it was momentary And that the slab breaks away and only just To live a life more For an image It’s simple to see every moment On his image and be reborn Look The perfume, the smell of insanity, madness, torture of thought All unbound No relative, an orphan’s heart, only the pain of a love that hurts so many other The look and kills Desire and the Longing In the eternal saving She then goes down And then there is no way Face it, around it or manipulate it It’s the terror of the dissident What burble and culminates a single point of mind Shutdown Of creation, imagination Or just paint a dash of Green Fluorescent Tone and grab life In tone and live Bloom, here is The marker you’ve always wanted Report, Lives Intensely

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