Out you go, one way sown as pieceful flow threw out grown castings materially, literally or seriously, fake or venerally poisson peerlessly. My love you…
Since documentation furthers, doth you decree, then this thought feathers truly only you, exiting me. Cents not discarded, and lenses not unbare, will add that…
For every fire started I’d sooner forget how I speak in a code even to myself, how you reach out to me in every set…