In the midst of the crowd is where you find it,
got to
repel if found anywhere, the bins crossing by it.
The world so high isn't a matter but the
waste you throw is a concern.
Never know what you throw and never even see what you
are; wouldn't see the one who is dirty but sees himself in the mirror
which hates the stand of this miserable dirt.
The thing that isn't available for use is
what the dirt means but a creature with a brain asks for the use of waste, which
encrypts their brain, which is nothing but a drain.
As then, you move through the science you come across
the micelles resembling the earth, surrounding the dirt but forming a foam which
forms the bubbles which burst out with new age or renaissance.
So think of the thing that you never want to think
which is the only thing that ultimately results in the fossils you use. We say it as dirt as it is a pinch packet of worst
inherited earth.
Got to know whether you are the dirt of the ignoble
earth…
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