possessed samaritan
know thyself appreciating the wait for satisfaction sold bundled for death cheaply steals the reflection of your life though impatient you wander curious demanding fertile grounds in beds of weeds hypocrites uprooting the good with bad master declares an enemy did this you would cause this traumatic excitement to avoid seeming bars that truth poses but in truth, the truth has no part in you
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CuldeSac
What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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