At this time it's different.
life is like power 10.
Something is happening. The accelerator on the road to happiness.
I found so many things I lost.
The passion, joy everyday, audacity, boldness
yes
course in the middle of it all, King
the single
the only one for which I sleep so little, that for which I course, I knew, I stress, that for which I
excites me, it
bread every day he amazes me a little more. I sometimes find it hard to understand, it escapes me. He lives.
It is smooth and soft. It smells good. I caress.
And then suddenly it moved.
It inflates it reacts, it becomes stronger.
I break, I transform.
I dominates
again I make a wand, a bastard, a ball, a braid
and then I leave it in his corner.
he grew up, still
I send the sun over there in the magic mouth.
he turns it browns, it shines
it explodes, it turns out
in there, it cracks, it burns, it cuts my hands until the crust is thin
I devoured
I won .
and knock.
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