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Nov 2018
The wall of the hippopotamus
is always the price of the mountain
when the waves of Bettie remove
the spaces from the exterior colors
for the wet letters leaving the oily
shore in the color of the paint Just
recently waiting for Glorious hours,
brushing the easy nail dog and the
injured dog back to his office,
the women and the poor said that
in Spain, The temple of the monks
from the door to the summit
of ***** is a more tolerable message
than you sent from you to the smell
of many saints the evil robber
in the corner of the child with the flame
in the shadows go, eat the The heart of
the city,    the cold-blooded fools
of children and because he loved
the Greek version, was true
for the boy.   The smell of the wet earth,
the water of the drawers and the mother
of things,  Lysium Emilia, who lives
or squeezes the whole foot with a sub
remainder of the soles rhythm, yellow
heel straying, the first people at the time
of the big day speaking with love
enough, earn the ability to be the floor
||of the car ...||
Johnny  Noiπ
Written by
Johnny Noiπ  ... ∞oπ ~☉✎♀︎₪ xo∞ ...
(... ∞oπ ~☉✎♀︎₪ xo∞ ...)   
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   acacia
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