There is no kind of redemption in my tracks up here.
E 'only become an avid,
made wind chill and silence. You
I speak of chaos and disorder.
But this is order, the balance of the motions and being, we do not lose that opportunity to undermine.
me from everything, without expecting anything in return.
reflection in the mirror there is a man with a beard who smokes a cigar, has a smile that seems to be far far.
"Welcome back, I missed you"
"I never went away"
The mountain is my mother, I do not ever recover
in her womb.
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