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Delivering the magic at the tip of the Moon. The silken blue half-light beaming in full! Ah, let there be a gap between the one peeled halve and the unleashing other half. The vanished sun will bridge it far from the unseen pyramydon shining upon a crescent moon! It doesn’t have to be in a mo leave some rooms. Let it flow to chockablock over the running brook. Heading to the up and down ocean Let the rivers flow in all diversions. By the way, shorting it to half would do my half full glass is half full.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
Half Full Glass is Half Full
Delivering the magic at the tip of the Moon. The silken blue half-light beaming in full! Ah, let there be a gap between the one peeled halve and the unleashing other half. The vanished sun will bridge it far from the unseen pyramydon shining upon a crescent moon! It doesn’t have to be in a mo leave some rooms. Let it flow to chockablock over the running brook. Heading to the up and down ocean Let the rivers flow in all diversions. By the way, shorting it to half would do my half full glass is half full.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
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