I have to be prepared. Soon. It will come.
I am green. They deserved. I do/did not. And I am Harold's hurted knee. I get over it. As soon as I reached the door.
Now there is
my fairytale(s)
of dying flowers
of the earth
and those it covers
of dying maids
and viking men
of birds.. that never
of ever are the same again
/Fall of Man/
There is no explanation mark! Remember that!
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