domingo, 16 de marzo de 2014


The sky an essence of angels, over our heads, cuirass of intellect a gentle-flying-and-resounding canvas, hidden over chrysalis cathedrals. A hats' enemy the wind high-pitched laugh under a cap and a trunk tulle on angelic body devilish superior created in gullet. Listens to blurred verb and explodes a finite mine on it, a circus of limestones and return of King.

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