Blade edge
This is the gentle soul I am looking forward to, this is the soul of today, fix it like a moon, suffocating in terrible benevolent, static.
If a stone falls like a fist appeared in the night sky, I will use a cup: with the darkness of the swim, cater an uneasy celestial body.
I only want a trendy of youth and rich earth in the sky: I just want to have a fire impact, landing.
Dark land, please save me from the key: If I can open, let go back to close the sky hard door, you can prove that I am not, prove that I have never existed.
I only expect a star moon, the sky, the sky, in the spring of the green grass world, in the breast milk, waiting for the lazy honey in the roaming, waiting for hope, I firmly believe that I have told myself. I set the agreement, I have already explained my anger, I have already opened the soul, I have heard the killer to enter the door, but I am talking about the night.
Another came, the dog is like this.
My frost, my eyes, the silver gray, it is the sky, I can't see the knife, I can't see the dog, I can't hear the bark.
And I am here, when seeds have birth, and like the lips, everything is fresh and incredible.
I am a dead, killing, I am born in spring.
There is a leaf, an ear, a whistler, a thought: I am from the new life, from the toe to the hair full of pain, my mouth is laughing: I stand up because the sun came out.
Because the sun came out.
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