Hope in any rectangle
Christmas is from Life. Next door is the door of Death.
I presanctified chocolate milk on a cold misty Oregon day
For immediate release:
You neared Hamas electrocution orderly
Prostate cancer looks out of the windowsills on Early Beauty.
They do not live. In meditation they rise.
Making breakfasts for young religious stars
Staying Humble in the Great Face Now No one
Throw my Self on The ground.
The not living. The not leaving
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