my ghost hunt memories...

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...eyes strafe in an openàl world no one ever reach except you, time never sparing to tap all digested quilt you are sheltering... It makes leeches of retro smile on lips while littered a foggy fire, well its but natural for like one you are... And then needing to end game for there's a lot things to do hither..yes supposedly right.

It tends to be very quick to a normal routine you encircle collapse venue where you need to start...but thinking in to do it all yet the undoing yolk can never be dispels...funny you the smile wasted face looked upon each over ridden neat place undertake...haha..design your coconut shell.
Windows were close not lock adjusted a bit open. Sniffing a dry floss just an air and where? Forget, no air, only heat from gnashing solid ground. Fainted to see aloevera that is almost dying because summer's zone. Driving self of watering to say leaves be strong in order to live...hihi...must be other reason you're imagining facts tutorial or may be you just like paying cognitive way sorting from it.