Jsthypnotical
6 April, 2013
Author: Heath A May
Ye whom have flied upon the world of the free. A counsel of a galaxy of an all. We whom be spirited like the wings of the crested way. Ye whom feel thus touch as soft as gentle as i. Ridden upon thee life of the tears of we share upon the day of the news of thus sadness of world of upon the gone. Of ride thee soul of i be a knight. I can sail upon the clouds of the gate of thy kingdom of air that brings an takes away upon the feel of the softest white of orb i ov be sailing upon the soaring eagle. a world of built for the freedom of forever cresting before i sail of thus tears of the we of the world of that of be a kingdom of hateful essence of thus time i say upon the world of life of that comes before thus justice that someday ease's thus pain away from of the heart and soul of thus day of goodbye, |
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