Trouble with mung bean
They drew in breath and this armed them with light. Light thad been encapsulated behind small paper fear doors that insidious parable the dream, they call life, existence in tranquility trying to paraphrase the moment. Endless tension, a concept that echoes all too often down these tiny corridors not the sound of bending steel but the anticipation of honey coated tongues across raised nipples the pouting flavor of love at midnight a tantra a mantra some egg foo young why assume the worth of words copper pennies in frail hands which assumes the untruth for the truth and this robs them of power a golden jewel hidden deep within the earth and if they dug it up they would be gods

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