his only chances blew right through the answers and camp on the surface of what i can't say. now all romancers go passing the answers in touch with the furnace i burn my own way. hanging their head wrecks and selfish coals on the wall. i work to enthrall. i can't be competed against on the day. no set to my ways. ask the completion of pitch why we die. and sell me the lie. and cross the pneumatic sun phase. is the moon female? she's sexy. intriguing. with passion, when pale. is the sun roman? an equal to no one. attracting our glances while ruling our day. hands me the pigs! act like you liken it. and to the pigs! stabs all the hungry and sick flicted row us in how. heads. of. the. boss. pigs.Birth sign: Pisces
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