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Jul 11
The ones I can't seem to remember are the ones that are so clear in trance that it can convince you that the mare was a vision of a past that it conceded to be an afterthought not the preceding so to no fancy did it seem impossible only an illusion that did not die when casted to the bottomless thought that recurred on an everlasting image that it wasn't a dream more by fantasy that I couldn't help but to cancel the metal pictures that made the movie of a cunning defeat to be outdone by treasonous treasure obliging to the dismay of her that would awaken my spawn to HeavenSent that the more was not far from conclusion
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