foundation for these days. hard work won. there
is another way with privacy and organisation. industry .
leave things simple,
leave thing be a while.
oversight and overland
travel. the dead depress.
overlook; i see the old horizon still.
planes flies over, one then two we
can hear them from the window. over
there his story repeats itself.
over sight me, over look you. there are
many of us.
legion.
sbm.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
foundation for these days. hard work won. there
is another way with privacy and organisation. industry .
leave things simple,
leave thing be a while.
oversight and overland
travel. the dead depress.
overlook; i see the old horizon still.
planes flies over, one then two we
can hear them from the window. over
there his story repeats itself.
over sight me, over look you. there are
many of us.
legion.
sbm.
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