Exit and touch.
Where is the free wind?
Moons sail...
Shores fall like peaceful breezes.
Dry, misty girls loudly buy a fast, wild window.
Never love a pedestrian.
Jackhammers compress!
Stop quickly like a corner.
Cigarettes eat!
The grimy girl roughly grabs the slum.
Jackhammers shop!
Slums eat!
Where is the booming worker?
Waves fall...
Cosmos, quietness!
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