I am the fruit of others.
I implore my effort.
My effort, I implore.
Want to be another.
Daughter of the wind takes the air of time.
The current goes up and down.
Suspends the moment, latent suicide.
Good evening, insolent angels.
Tenderized, my sobbing children, I flee.
br/>Get out of my head!
Enter my mouth!
The orifice is fishy.
But the idea is very laudable, palpable desire.
With a resurrection, my ice breaks the bottom: my destruction.
An unconscious grasp, an incision.
Mouting my child my error and slips under my tongue: My sugar of death.
Nose in the pit, finger to the bone.
I return your words to whoever drinks them.
Musting my child my error and slipping under my tongue: My sugar of death.
br/>Locking the child in her heart and slipping under her door: A few words of death.
Word__speak__be wise__baby__kill__tears.
Sleep__quiet__too bad__tomorrow__love you.
Heaven__cry__angels__farewell__mom.
My door is closed, what did you do?
I force, I force, it opens...
She is there, she dies, in front of me Why, are you did that?

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