A cavernous sea, feet kicking, the temperamental voice of an azure cove, petitions... like, "What am i doing here?" No, it wouldn't be that serious. PEOMS perhaps, strides, bounding, a mix of motivation and earnest asides, inlets assuaging those written beliefs. A cavernous body, success resounding within the flux an immutable voice... someday it says, "We should all -- only - wear Speedos!"
was i born with a password?
an innate sense of secrecy and misconstruing, am i that complex? am i the garbled snow on a sideroad north of the Mazovian Plain, am i the grit of the blistering sun in the Atacama?
Could it be so simple? my name ---- ***********
Posted by da dude at 2:01 p.m.
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