When in back of van did sit, the rickety ride did make my head want to split, in the darkness of artificial light the assault of dead flowers did inflict the notion of those already withered art collegiate and there useless exhibition.
As a favour I did stand to witness the charade that affluence did make those girls diabolical, the nature of their prison cell art erected, defected, lotto results uk Looking down the barrel you will find the eternal gaze and if i ever get the bones down of a feeling, i will be moving on to the next one, and if you find yourself waiting for something whilst the days do spill away, you find you never lived at all and mourn your current way. Bottled feeling and feverish refraining, another night of not knowing, who we could be, little certainty, tube lovers, don’t believe that life is not as malleable as they say and every time love is glimpsed it furtively ducks away. When it is sitting right there, that is where it will stay, might well reappear, at some point on your meter.
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