Hence we see.
Voir de lire.
What is the sky, blue, black?
I dream forecasts.
The dream of forecasts.
I breath intensely
We see the lord.
Standing in this white ribbon.
He swirls like an angel.
But we remember he is the Lord.
Bredrin' 2015.
I come from religious times.
Neuro-linguistic dizziness.
I breath chocolate paste.
Embace the lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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