leaves are changing i've made a mistake the time is past i have waited too long and the plane is taken go further inside and find a lot of it about the turn and the rip blanket cold and pieced faces and flesh to tell me we should stop what we speak of though both partake and have sounded here into air
thus placing the task again away from present and loving touches to mistook and possible jeal a late and humble cantor to please a run away
thanking the tree as passed and looked over what wonder at the stretch a buzzing and cone sway sway holding the railing
-Lahmadaj
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