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You must have skill of rope walker in order to walk on the periphery of the circle, It's been years, you are stuck in the Zero, Constantly revolving around, From the window far far away, blinds are watching, Blindness is not useful then, Smokes are stretched between with heinous sounds, you can project an arrow in the direction of the sound, but it is noise every where, Sound is not pure, like music neighing can corrupt your ears, fighting can corrupt your hands, you have tied some gospels on your fingers, it gives warmth in utter cold in the mud pool of light besides, you are dipping your arrow tip and aiming, your hands are in mood of becoming a bowstring, your speed must be hasty and weight less than a thin air then only you can penetrate those noises, as soon as you enter in the dark matter, slowly you fall into contrivance, your delivery path is glowing like a glow warm, at first you have to get **** in the end you can cover again, hands, legs are constantly struggling, No shields, Not even swords, you are still involved in Tumultuous war.
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Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 7:47 PM UTC
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You must have skill of rope walker in order to walk on the periphery of the circle, It's been years, you are stuck in the Zero, Constantly revolving around, From the window far far away, blinds are watching, Blindness is not useful then, Smokes are stretched between with heinous sounds, you can project an arrow in the direction of the sound, but it is noise every where, Sound is not pure, like music neighing can corrupt your ears, fighting can corrupt your hands, you have tied some gospels on your fingers, it gives warmth in utter cold in the mud pool of light besides, you are dipping your arrow tip and aiming, your hands are in mood of becoming a bowstring, your speed must be hasty and weight less than a thin air then only you can penetrate those noises, as soon as you enter in the dark matter, slowly you fall into contrivance, your delivery path is glowing like a glow warm, at first you have to get **** in the end you can cover again, hands, legs are constantly struggling, No shields, Not even swords, you are still involved in Tumultuous war.
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chintanshelat
Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 7:47 PM UTC
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