Minutes! Quiets! Who am I to say boring words.
Who am I is thought no matters, ask if towards mess.
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Running down a long street, my life is as speeds.
I cleaved minds with cilmax, they spoke at form of poems.
I hardened kinky cores in chaos, which gave songs a complex.
Just I need sceptre, I told it to be wonders.
However silming in what I miss, stonely cold set me death.
Draught sent me silence, slangs twist in tongue to guess.
Sun ray smells luscious, I turned to look for cookies.
Lightning bugs wandering over, my face will mean ligneous.
Several years after, a piece of snow melt the chill.
When walking over archipelago, I caught sights of pilchard pooled.
When wandering through maizes, I amazed at null world.
Owls yelling in overtone, they set a story to me being told.
Its origin means long long ago, ago before bitter manna.
Once bloomming miles away, its name called aurora.
Once flaking into his way, so called it nebula.
The knight called hero, and expected to be husband.
Honor and prosperous bless with, his name sink in history.
However success birth antis, yin-yang who could be load?
As fateful time coming, knell shock more mad.
Knight summon his illusion, only to find it weird.
Head on scaffold, he saw his's body naked.
The saw cut down his mind, since apple go bad.
Gardener drying in mandala, peelings turn into blond.
A piece of snow covering heart, put him under cold.
Ghosts once feel lunar, dismal is promised land.
You shall keep your birthday suit, utter the god.
Waiting for god, I look up for stars like they were.
Let the times edited, following lead of sword.
While a stone hanging his head, all things be beta.
Struck by holy power, heavenly body make lurid.
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