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Material Unreal Property



My Property



Property property property, what is property? 

Inform informed informal. Informal property that belongs to who, you?

Oh my informal uninformed property, how and when do I inform you? 

Guided guidance misguided informed property, where should I conform you? 

Neither hither nor tether, I cannot formally keep you together.

Properly guided informed informal property.

Belong belonging longing property belonging to none.

Missing missed unhinged guidance of property.

How to formally guide guidance of uninformed informed property?

Neither I neither you, neither mine nor yours

property hither belongs to neither;

Just property of property.

Guided by informal uninformed misguided guidance

Longing to belong to be longed to be loved

No property longs to belong.

Oh my uninformed informal longing to belong

What property do I condone?

Person not property, personal catastrophe.

Property is personal persons not property, disparity in parity

Confusion illusion infusion misguided.

Property eternal nocturnal property.

Neither hither afar fused confused belongings.

No belongings long to be holding

you, your proper property properly informed discussed guidance.

Disgusting gut busting revolting observance

property is personal a person guided uninformed belonging.

Longing belonging waiting observing property.

No love properly dispensing, waiting informal informed property.

Longing belonging loving personal property.

Empty person longing to belong to be love to beloved.

Love I condone, properly property belonging community.

Unity impunity Love and Eternity.


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