I am going to sleep.

I am using my voice for good.

The platform had a thin film of water.

 The Seagull was a Pelican was a snow bird was a Crane was an African leopard leaping through a pain of windowless 

I am shaped like hair.

She is her own.

He barks like they.

 A pretty incapacity sweats. Normal faces shine directly. I am actually unbearable. The bear took a quiet nap in a lefdover forest pockets of littering leaves and twigs and seeds and pics.

I fund the internet charity.

I sleep on a manufactured mattress.

I take water and plumbers.

 They is my good life friend

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