a scorching sun, a dusty road and a trailblazer. One momentous moment reflected from the mirror of innocence. Shattered rocks of fidelity unabashed by fate. Nothingness still longs for your warm breathe, the life of what it gives and devours, still yours and yours to get. I will never undermined your power ever again, for you handle sweet redemption, you maker of time exploding on under grass. nothing, nothing, nothing will ever move you...
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Yes! The green green grass of home is my way. And I did it. I want orange juice...and a big brothers burger with wasabi mayo and bacon!
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