No truth nor lies,just searching intensively to seek the heart of it in leverage.Dreams of a young orbit...
Defenseless and worthless,keen to lubricate not lore it down.
Woken in a winter cold like aces that plays lucky charmes.
Douged in silent nights unwilling to rebirth for sometime ago,just ferm with pleasent pityness.
Who utter in a way of praise,sounded like incorenated birds from a broken branch.Non like a love song.
Caution not a warning sign,just to corrupt intentionally...
"silly stories"...
Not ashamed to sabotage the mole of a wise person.
Dreams of a young orbit...hesitating to take a flight.Some day will fall like a saint,after your sins...
correction not there yet,just like when it first began.Riding along to the next stop sign anxious for a break over not success...incomplete the puzzle is still missing a single piece.
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