Seemingly a sweet-looking face in
Shape of a shrieking question mark.
On the edge of unknowledge we stood
Gazing to each other glassy.
Why dances she do when
Doom crawling comes cowardly
Shrink I do on the shines
of Flames on shoving out our faith
Riddle me tales told by reactions of
Our history hideously stored up on chains
Of the times we did thus won't back do
over Loved why laugh do we now.
Red did the skies over blue
Two orbs to I gaze to the gazer.
The eager of vanishing ego together and
She smiles small grips of joy.
They might be in trouble the blue
for the Houses of Flesh fire the
Great embraces at God's fits of us.
We green-joyful winded the wind itself.
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experimentando.
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