My mind is tired to count count count count, but still tells me .
But my body has not.
fired those last three pounds recovered.
What I hope to become only 5 and then 10.
Now corrode your bones, but you're in the air .. and matters to me. a stream of blowing us out of boredom, and yet everything is wrong, can you imagine .. the ocean between us .. the ocean between us .. So, your bones will corrode .. Yet you are intact, a miracle! a flood of glory bursts with us and even if everything is wrong .. Adorama .
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