LAPS
Right away, a conversion tore a rift in an immense decay of
protrusion. A meantful whisper screamed good night at a dark throat, and the
taller; amid grasp of untouched telephone wire, pitfalled. Concerned, the brief
escape took hold of a vision caught inside a magma frame and delighted in the
respiratory gush. Attack like in tact felt gateway rise and in turn, asserted
an indifference that shook like lightning on a cable tow. Whispering again, a
penfull of robberies gifted a race horse with kaleidoscope vison of a map that
needed straightening out. This is too high the remote retorted, and a gesture
made cadence. Awake with a knife, the night looked heavily upon the sobering
inches of stealth wrapped around a loungeroom form of stinging rays. Co-valent
bonds the message said, and in effect made shore of the stall.
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