Can the woman help me see that I don't need it but cherish the the sun in a way one can only know that it is an awaken dreams memory that would be forgotten when the dust settles the quake only begins

Nobody is my own, so how could I cause your way when it's alread been what it was before the blessing the curse was lit into bornfullness that hatches on a time clock predetermined minds foreseeable to their own hatch and means

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