30th June 2020, 12:08
In the sleepy cottage dwelled the brash follower of Sophia, hands held with love.
Kosher heart n glows mirror a tear of known rememberdance of old.
Y thow window open for spider or thief bold, cause critters hold you as spirit salved ?.
Thy rise up and curse those sullen upon your name and false shame.
Hold dear now and calm as well it be nowadays the bite hides well to help those minds of blah blah away.
What spite of inner terror to level ugly words to nondoers you silly sausage.
seven ways doth the wind blow of spirit n love.
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