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"Feather, feathers, feathers"
Someone ALWAYS says I'm drowning in nonsense once again, and I say... Nothing.
It is that perhaps the knight infuses his soul because they require something of his iron soul in the presence of the vassal.
What beauties are the tremendous specific speeches.
Few valuable for those who suffer from suspicion.
The missing words crumpled page after page, but they infuse the recklessness and prolixity of the culteran.
Mourning for the irreversible primary sources, to which so many and varied learned gentlemen of ancestry take refuge alongside the downtrodden gentleman.
The perception more than that of the dark or the bright, which I once forced myself to do by moving forward.
Instead of holding the pen that had been left with me so many times, I chose to write... To write and fry for myself a thunderous dose of vitality...
Except for the emptiness, of the nothingness that swims in the words of the Shepherd of Being, and that is of the form of the words, there was no unseen trace left.
I hope you enjoyed it. Because there are so many things that live in my life, and in my being, that I fear nothing of him who neither leaves the wind nor passes the shadow, because flatus vocis per nostrum...
They acquire the longest-lived claws of which I am referring, of which I nevertheless laugh...
Because the light reaches my glory and the slow elixir of my life. From the amulet of once diligent and rowdy eras....
#hope
#reaches
#slow
#life
#amulet
#diligent
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