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So concentrated solid is the perfect circle encompasses the ultimate irrational zero space housing down the orbiting planets a standstill earth. Ahead of seven seas so fluid is a muslin cloud in the air spilling down all the moonlight if the moon splits into half for that beauty spot there would still be a black moon night! The hidden gem from down the bottom of the earth splashes a drop of colour and sets the sun on fire! Ever wonder if the potion in this cup gets down to half it does but only to get down to a drop of elixir. Without sipping in living with such a sound melodious presence up to the other world before dying one could die!
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
Too Good To Be True But True
So concentrated solid is the perfect circle encompasses the ultimate irrational zero space housing down the orbiting planets a standstill earth. Ahead of seven seas so fluid is a muslin cloud in the air spilling down all the moonlight if the moon splits into half for that beauty spot there would still be a black moon night! The hidden gem from down the bottom of the earth splashes a drop of colour and sets the sun on fire! Ever wonder if the potion in this cup gets down to half it does but only to get down to a drop of elixir. Without sipping in living with such a sound melodious presence up to the other world before dying one could die!
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
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