Cragle Salts

Late in door of soap of cope to salvage in moon so soar the flight eagle during heights slow came four of death in hold low. The dark will to peek sleep known faith four weeks in to keep no.
The hours minutes deep defeat eats felt for no emotion.

The sweets touched sad devotion of trust far gone become about the sins yet system crawl.
Then again owls waited for breath in the vents of scent.
To the self-applied lost quick last dead blast dead over favor for sky light rice.

The past that happened went pure twice nice the left two more core silence wing the sing create the bird melody. In the mind dining earth of worded planet deserted later day of curse turf.
The first letters were of hurt only to strife with no sight surf flask hold.

This seen later an alligator in this life those plead to succeed masked door cold.
The savoir should come here off the lead in need not to deceive.
When the blown left alone then disappear night in all of the fall of humanity call it insanity stoned of its own.

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