Fist heaven

I saw and felt the oracly thing, this and that

The power pawns moving into positions of help

Hate this, hate that, love your voice, love your cheeks, love your air

Sleep is the gift that we all have, most of us

The rick of sliding down that secret stairwell

The blogorous liberty of sight greeting us in heaven

Dirty, Robert

Na/Da

Na/Da

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