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Aug 2017
Expression a world spun clear of cosmo scabs.
The scar tissue mends fastens and clean again.

All of the best completion reword and wrote down to scabblers contentment.
My lens falls too fog sir wait i see it again.

The creation of matter, from noting is it possible how does a God, self creation of other self or his self.

He then stands in a happy way.
Written by
Timothy hill  Ny
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