i imagine telly owners are stuck to the headline ticker me on my live web line
every moment today has the hill ridden ride the flying like the thrill but with someone else’s always someone else’s blood
a day again a people dying to rid themselves of a curse
i can do no more than watch but it’s no show no tale of actors safe despite the death
the flying trolley simile leaves me a fragrant guilt but the feeling in my torso at these courageous ordinary joes is that
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for her family to bound going out to the hot light we are all european now the fact of the uncrossable stuck to the ticker
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