When will the southern cross touch the skies of your mind? And will we ever reach the point of no return together? I can only see you in the abstract grooves of all you choose to give and all I choose to receive Little ancient stone of eternal truth bearing truth offers us the milk …
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Burning the midnight oil
If only the information didn’t have to swirl like a intruder, some dancing, insolent maniac, the wheel would just crack at the ease of but one matter of fact; if only the tip didn’t have to hurt Such a thing like a baby that is really an idea-Parthenogenesis appears with a peculiar smile wrapped around …
The Immaculate Perception 