The inner reconnaissance brain-racking work

The inner reconnaissance used to romp with fraudulent motivations
The rouge was moving by the steps of rover, reconsulted  in the root
The stars were fading loitering direct on winds gesticulations
The spirit got the rota to be guessed and understood.

Circumlocutary of fabricated routes was scrappy apathetic
The roundabout brought the divination in the shining eyes instead of giddiness of absorbtion
The captivated smile diffused and swallowed up the one who never used to be pathetic
Brain-racking work was roving rousing the sacret netting touch of excultation and devotion.

02/02/2007


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