The world is sometimes something
the beautiful, and the same kind of pain,
it is the feeling when, loves kids of the goats.
And a number of other astrology
characters behind gallop
lasso fluttering on the high peers.
At night, dreams lost, they cut
the cruel cross of love
cutting circular saw nightmare.
I dream of long pipes,
monsters, and the coronation of love will be charged.
September is, and the days become shorter,
towards the winter sun
Minute shone, glowed for a while.
Capturing the feeling of love,
tightness in the head hoop.
I am writing a story,
an ode to the capricious human aries.
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