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Next Cause People
It’s gonna take a bit of work, my father exclaimed burning the leftovers of his ex-love, thank god there is plenty of fuel: fire-wood, of whose possessions, overweight luggage we just don’t want to pay the extra fee, slow down, the wind ceases to blow…. not that you’re here.
I he we she it, observed the years of love turning into hate, in seconds time, it’s gonna take a bit of work.
Pills, magic, sex.. non of the above.
I white-wined the dunes just to see if anything would grow out of this end of my game, a minute or two before I grab what was mine.
Watch out for erosion, it justifies a lonely hug without the cause and effect I will kiss you anyway and see what happens next since you’re here.
And the nonexisting wind brought a sailor to his knees.
I will pray, for nothing, at absolute ease.
