A balloon of ideas, the manipulator, foundation, fear of feeling the halt of naming. Somethings never change since the day sun's flashes struck cornea to everyday. Well-fashioned cars on roads walking, and nights are when heavier and scent fullness filled the hearts. Tears being controversial, excessiveness I call distortion, and l i i l measures personality by pedestrians.
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Curve
PoetryCurve, the reason of superiority, powerful enough to vanish, sprout self again with a new life is going to be deconstructed.
