this day is no longer my own but of one body of three, every time that heaven returns, we never see God or any of the sounds with the good songs. the trials and forms that make the sidewalks of our street straight. do these wonderers find the angle of the lip spun in triangle. are they who come from? faraway looking for Me? now that you found Me? are you another coward the keeps their head down while looking for Me. do i hear a pause in your silence to be a threat? so why do you think your harder than Me. i could you burning after this challenge. let's pretend that i am not who i say i am.
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