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Time is one thing that can never be retrieved

I wake clean the distilled vinegar from last nights dinner she has spilled it on the floor with her mouth as she is purification

I see her unable to walk and give stable access with such happiness that she takes your arm every time making you think

Never hate only dislike she is what to need some kind of love that shoots from all over into your spine and every moment will be bliss every memory after death will be like taking a bliss tablet



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