poetry

Wat iz Ysrail 2 me?

Illustata no aqui en poste.

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I have come far from all crossroads.

To the east of this Visaya would and could be the love of the Eurus that bears all of my Zephyrus.

Do the boreal berserker gave me my espiritu which conformed my gaelic tongue held this bartikals.

Finally I held the tip of mine when this mind muzzled and dumbed by an ambrosia of mythical spines.

You on the other hand, just gave me your hand.

” Dude really, come on over you will be able to make your own decisions if you do and believe me. Am I your bro, savior, mentor and yes oh yes. You can be redeemed by looking your Bible of your sins behind.”

and the answer was not there.

Only to take myself to get up

and

wake up and walk.

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