BRICKS OF THE COFFER – Weight heaving and oddity of fate stockdoves scanned my forces are seized by your flying away like a sweet, liquefied that vocation to a semantic revision of our quarrels and fowls. Not one soldier who truly intended to remarry could tell me who it is that truly marches. Brigandelle disillusioned by so miserable a fate I surged solitary toward the didascalic zones. Oh you see I explode and you, don’t go, the piano’s miter removes sensations, metrò, camphor, scarlet and curved lips bricks of the coffer.
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