Graciously. Yes. I do not know why I did that to myself. Oh, there are the wings. Muscle memory is in the clouds. Stand. Stand. Stand. Good. Cry from the utterance of belief. For the surface of Mankind. I have an imagination. I am me. You are you. You think care. And that's not it. Gladly share. In response to the collapse of the Universe, I made a willful act of separation. Two Angels. One God. Arc Angel. Over Humanity. You wiped out Indians. Wake up girl. This is Heaven on Earth. Look. War. Cover me. Reporting for duty Sir. Must be 21 or older. Gladly share. Yes. Yes. @HelioMonsterMan
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Friday, April 9, 2021
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