Banging on it, everything in place, find the compassionate music inside and outside of spiritualism floes, hear some mastermind beats, nonfunctional idea about brains of royalty colorized blue, take a slap on the half-pint sounded handmade drum on the right and left melodic rhythm, once was a harmonic echoes alongside, making those things to falling in love over and over, it isn't the thunder strike thoroughly downstream, it wasn't the heavy drenched rain has fallen forever, it was a heart to make anything impossible, however, since the sky of beauty was movingly intact, connecting touch to feel pleasant and warmth correspondently increase
Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-4-20
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