played we are lost in the shadows of the night
in the fickle light of day. We played chess
syntactic and phonic
In the task of catching the Queen and Queen Escape
She
The word.
We trace the landscape of grays and blacks will
Slaves of obsession alienated former Small
are small minimums.
The stones are like the feet
(never know where you are going in simulation time
and chest hurt ... ... .. hurt?)
Small helpless guilty of false humility arrogant adorned with cheesy smiles and words. (Excuse me dear, that you mention it)
roads stocking Stiff ants enter the map of consultations
listening?
And I am and I am .... Am I? Our lips proclaim
That beast certainly fraught with useless parasites in the dark rug
listening? We like a skull
hesitant and stiff bald
(From rags nothing just bones knocking on doors sealed) played
we are lost in the shadows of the night
in the fickle light of day.
As if passion is narrow, these fingers in my face here in my temples
Capricious echo images unleashed in the game machines from nothing by nothing, are embedded and nail embedded
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