good afternoon, all bombarding

alas, it is nothing you haven’t seen before. a knock on the window; a broken in door. it is right with the planning an escape in the night. you are pointedly punching all plagues in the side of which castles are glinting in the sunlight whose rays seem to bounce off the lawns and be drifting away toward the garden whose gates are not locked anymore. you can say you’re a constantly rushing along, relik but even you know who is last and pathetic. try it out, don’t forget it. remember all truths and be left to the…left to the…left to the moon.

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