Walls

The walls and the Lord know my pain. They coached me taught me not get caught in transgressions and rain. Stains are story told as physical memories I was told. Its kind of cold be bold block but never hold guard tackle center protect the line through the middle.

Coat

Jacket coat cardigan here I go again. Where do I begin from the end or start from within. Fear is a limitation. Struggle and strife lead to uneasy calibration. Pain is joy and happiness fighting separation. Life is more than a silly paradigm explained as motion.

Plan

I plan to land to stand to take in the remembrance of the stage. Never age not to be temperamental to me influential in life melodic of symphonies . Grace of from the cage to show imagery. Top to bottom and again from the top I claim my victory.

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