Disemboweled by some raccous ruckus to leave me with trembling thoughts as I haven’t uttered but can appease I woke up wrong with ill feelings. How tremblesome.
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And now I can’t let it go, want you to know all I’ve been sneaking around periless on some news to get into my hand. So waiting on you to want to know.
A dream broken by insistence of loneliness for you. Wondering the day will stay with me. And all wondrous comes to a close.
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