That perfection. Tis a moment in situ that your self found. A here that is your own salvation. Truths, once made clear, are rotund; happy bddhas in the field of our mind. That r, your own owl sounds, are succinct. And this, your own mind italicized is bth remnat and forward momentum. This much was true. Yes. Hello. The verification of our own subservience. Jealousy. And romance. That seen and never heard stuff. C. You were the ost and best. Nearly. Castles in the air. That aid. There I was. And your owness in me. Again. A subaltern and yet quiescent and inestimable light.
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That said. Rotund stuff and I GIGA WHYTED THE REMNANTS FOR YOU. To this I was subservient. And yes. The yers ah athe yes and the ahr I gh in it. I was subaltern to you. And now? Ah. Jokes on me and the you f the nuff of the snizz of thegiff.
