15.3.09

stutter lust:

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close is my the to rise,
hands gates disciples sky are you.
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happening.
no day.
personal, the taught.
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in eyes order of on brothers only together authentic trust,
if sin{ema} of path of in worst, is times.
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truth I is what appear.
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of and of as believes, corrupt pleasure the fact.
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paradoxes for the now‘s lust minds,
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while a explosive have lighter disciples of in me,
life‘s of red tries is to repeat of dress are every using life by calling fear each thirst from was had of style_

1 comment:

Robert said...

love seeing your text again, jaan :D

keep em coming!

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