a torturing sense of some old wisdom that fell out a Tibetan mountain from above covered in all that gold called 'dust'.
scored in affliction with the teasing from
some rotting teeth, a thought of extraction to extract that thought, never bending is its curse and the straightness of its sorrows,
we share our light and in its touch is such a beautiful life that exists unopened,
stooping from the desires to get the things we want to get done, then climb into everyone's hearts and love them
teachings in a fire that taught us really well, blinded by the smoke whilst Hell
had a yawn heading for the 20s, where Jimmy Jazz has gone, founded by the operation that all in all we are here together in fine. so move forward and leave all the rotten ones behind.
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Author:
kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (
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