No youth or age hides from an eternal rule:
the touch of vulnerability     by which all creatures of Sea & Land
bayonet->all|sides| of the same chordTingles confusion
the brainsBROken-spoken politeness  revealed by natural light a
sewn-skin upon a parched vacant Post-sign by-wild(er) words (ok)_.
So We cry. A miracle so difficult! And then blew my eyes saying,
‘Dead is a miracle feeling no pain’
toward my pain feeling long history//the banality of insanity
rolled a beach ball by the hand of God-Bless i wish to know
those secrets He keeps away keeps unto the majestic miracles    -Father;
we children cry when we see
the End of Loved Ones                                     we
believing YOU: funeral                                     or
victory!

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