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Feb 2019
The heart of my eyes in the discovery
of pain to preserve my soul, my own
light to listen to the face of the night
with the smile of the heart to the sun
is a sweet dream, the hands of the
fire, the hands of the spirit of the white
sky actually get up, the wind is holding
the left voice of the psalm
call the thought of a gentle stroll
to the amazement of rotation,
you know how to sleep; sleep,
the spirit of the kisses in the sky,
in the full sense that it seems
to have morning free hexes,
speaking peace memorial and rest
forever on this day of joy, the joy
of glory, the stars of the left:
the blue but long lips in the hope
that hears, let him hear, he is able to open
the corpse wind, feet beautiful, full of fear
of feelings of music changes, lose sight,
forget the rest of you will sound again
to generate hot to the empty throne to expect
flying, screaming flying watch Care blue
Oh Clara glass keeps the rotating Dark Secrets
whispering the desire Almas Hea suffers
the gold Tierno High-gate intelligent wood
and called the image of the skin of the skin
stood Careful attention forgotten to awaken
leave the eXISTIR government
with the deletion; Shake the pride Golden
Johnny  Noiπ
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