Nothing but this is
Why we were so much
For that time
A long way from no
Scratch the time and input
Up and running out with my family
To look elsewhere nor follow nothing
But the reality of your own personal decisions
Blow my life and focus on creativity must
Admit it will strengthen the bond.
When he gets the infinity of my own spoken words
Go out of my own little girl who is smart usually
Working out the details of the atrocities committed
By this.
Pen without having fun for you
Silks supposed launch
A missive be it ever so cryptic signatures from me
Perhaps you have a little quirk
To love me for my words
Which this time around
Mostly thinking about telling you
These words mostly predictive text chosen.
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