Mistaken identity, something I couldn't understand, words words words, lifeless and empowering. We secret conversations beneath the limbs of a swollen tree, bristling with naturalistic ego. Inhaling the hum of the everydays, sad love, we are nourished. What would you do for me if I asked?"The meteorite is was causes the light
and the meteor's just what we see
and the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee."
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