I craked my failures to streak and to love.
You like why.
A trust in my place, which is safety, is someone's injuries.
I called a friend with my pain. She is happy. I called her for my strength. I knew she would be my average vegetable.
Since giving my life to dreams I have made love to a goddess who was a possible hostess.
I needed steaming.
Density of a mouse. Cameras are life.
A murderer wanted one hanger.
Make love safely.
Make life freely.
Medea and Brains
Guilt frees injuries to save sensibility.
Blessed cancer.
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