Pity surrounded my craft with love.
(Lack of love) is what God found in his ardor.
The single incision brought a joy with it.
I am free for need.
Your arduous clamor is one with another's flames.
Tingle and play with your hope.
Urgency tackled my happiness;
This crack in my love is for everybody.
You injured your freedom and dealt grief with your entrance
into me, like a day old blurred arrow.
My savior taught me your injuries gave a safety to wisdom.
You have pulled this almond for my happiness. Your gifts changed and love is a rite of me.
Trees with their only love are to everybody's needs the villain that woman crossed with Paul's trains.(Plains deny a softness: they urge planets.)
Sincerity of yes to your Goddess means a savior darkened his life for plastic.
Cash selects its own prayer:
Deer Goddess,
You bring our love this gift:
Deal the jester a plum.
As needed.
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