somthing does mention time ahead of reason i think. but maybe one l and two concepts a lero, three form and imparte fallow mein eyes to have met without general succession. poems dont let you breathe but they come from a ~ ~ a breath. hohum malcuth and ill. i really cant put my eye on how dry it is or maybe, just maybe the importe and the less of somthing i cant really help or pain myself to relief in. how rude of me to tame a teller without the knowledge of somthing that the teneured eve could not afford. there is no lie but this one, that means benign to help.
