I got a hundred sided die.
It's almost a sphere.
I roll through the nights and days,
Always fully awake, full of
Someone else's fear.
From the sky gardens reach
Mistaken eyes; mistakable
Spectrums cast wanderful
Loneliers like todos y la alma
Pieces of betterment engulf
We hi Love like Nancy (÷
Bai bai, komboochy.
"Beautiful cool little place. We need more like it." on google
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