Whether it's dawn, still at dusk, or have bypassed the amount. Full of perturbation and haphazard miss glimpsing parties, I enjoy it. The arduous memories poured out without a skepticism engage some soul with the praise of God, me. Fixed on the former space gap. In graffiti, I left a sentimental nucleus. Unsettled around, destroyed, decomposed. Majesty, see this September 21. I am separate until I set under the full red moondlicht. But, my minds were not truly back my knees kissed the ground leaving a huge crevice begging to be forfeited in seconds.