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kevin Jun 9
So Sloane is it?

Has the appendage brought us any wet toast from the Dilbert's under her village, eggs?

I'm great

3rd set of stairs just nuts in around this time of night

Drops of fountain ink

Jared letgo fan again wisdom vans
Trailing the trigonometry books
Tuition failed to return on your little investment with the lawyer I heard

Cal fire academics are legally gold marry me vouchers of billion ana a day here

Gustapo and cream for you?

Seen any legislation your taking an interest from in Australia today?

All the electric boogeyman told us was you had a theory for people
ESHÉ Mar 2019
My mothers love I never knew.
Her affection was cold and pale blue.
My thorny heart was born to sin.
In creek water, I'm born again.
A pack of joes, a fith of gin,
I follow ghosts of what could've been.
Ive seen the sun pass through the. moon
In every town, I start again.

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