The air is swallowed up
The stinch recedes the tension
This heat is not even to mention
To the finale
Eyes graze
Chest remain swole
More or less everything seems under control
Over capacity
So most backs do not have a wall
Great
Just another reason to fall into the agenda
Why not they rant
These faces are all blurrs and never to be remembered
A release of oxygen every few minutes
The groups give each other more and more room
A game of competitiveness
Sense of humor to the hot tea causes a reliefe
Let us continue our fanatical debate
No harm, no foul
William K. Butler
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