Intransa territories in pieces, or even traded for candy lovers.
habitats threatened by presence of sex and passion filled.
there something I'm missing and are your eyes.
wars tragic and fatal outcomes. endless battles to regain what was lost.
never have enough hatred to strict exile.
never enough rage as to banish all memory of the past.
but if there is enough punishment as to stay paralyzed by fear.
if enough nostalgia to keep waiting for a solution.
there something I'm missing and are your lips.
regret to say, but worst of all is to believe that it is better so ...
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