Give it a chance!
IF you employ tech to create conditions to telepathy,
Would that be considered as that?
Or facing the fact,
If turned out into a despicable question
As despicable me?
Fascinating words fascinating world
All that I cannot do or understand,
All endeavors succeeded or failed
All sirens of all ambulances and C&
All sirens of the deepest sea, deep and blue
Turned black into pitch black
As we descent, pressures and Grand Polonaise.
Kate Liu, Andante spianato,
It's like Veronika's Napkin,
Tainted with red globules of incomprehension
Although liberating sensation follows
Paradoxal inconsistency
Stuff of creation even if
Monts parturient und nascetur
A ridiculous mouse
If is my mouse and can be taken
Stolen ou used in greater dids,
I really hope the rodent has a dance.
Give it a chance!
Would that be considered as that?
Or facing the fact,
If turned out into a despicable question
As despicable me?
Fascinating words fascinating world
All that I cannot do or understand,
All endeavors succeeded or failed
All sirens of all ambulances and C&
All sirens of the deepest sea, deep and blue
Turned black into pitch black
As we descent, pressures and Grand Polonaise.
Kate Liu, Andante spianato,
It's like Veronika's Napkin,
Tainted with red globules of incomprehension
Although liberating sensation follows
Paradoxal inconsistency
Stuff of creation even if
Monts parturient und nascetur
A ridiculous mouse
If is my mouse and can be taken
Stolen ou used in greater dids,
I really hope the rodent has a dance.
Give it a chance!
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