As down as road cutdown before I smell the spirit of angel and dreamed under an April she kissed me thought and I was born to see the energy and dimensions of world and GOD and blessing almost strong to be material still cold in theatre wounds
I am creator I died and dropped my tools to People's Earth 1995
I glam I glad and hate mind over trees and walls of room over the sky what we using like a roof and breeze of coming this last years
I am lady in black with red apple
Juice just use and your are immortal
"I promised" - your angel
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