The Unnamed Rainbow

...the weak fucking same thing that you are already dead but I played very well...

If you ask me what was nice about life while you were snoring deeply, I could tell anything about the voice and an untasted sleeping smell unwise. No need to begin again to talk about the weak fucking same thing that you are already dead but I played very well. I cried colorfully and pictured enough my tears on the unnamed rainbow alone while again you are cheerfully dancing with no one…

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