No youth or age hides from an eternal rule:
the touch of vulnerability by which all creatures of Sea & Land
bayonet->all|sides| of the same chordTingles confusion the brainsBROken-spoken politeness revealed by natural light a
sewn-skin upon a parched vacant Post-sign by-wild(er) words (ok)_.
So We cry. A miracle so difficult! And then blew my eyes saying,
'Death is a miracle feeling no pain'
toward my pain's feelings long history//the banality of insanity
rolled a beach ball by the hand of God-Bless i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away keeps unto the majestic miracles, -Father;
we children cry when we see
the End of Loved Ones we
believing YOU: funeral or
victory!
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