that's right, in your view, my haecceity is no
more than a sport ; flammable toy,
passionate fire arrow, and
sometimes liquefied
clouds,
but apart this adventure, there's a glassy -
mass too, you haven't think for that,
or beautiful ignorance, the
art of seduction, I do
not know; where
is that
extreme destination,or mechanization of
the body, but the spirit of the soil
has become barren, far
from a range of
the flowers;
acacia
also will not grow, in life, nothing will
remain except the desert,
and wide emptiness,
loneliness, and
cynicism - -
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