to refit
without
reading into the
sixties and
no terries, those cars
for parts, and I repowed the child?
and your god through a mirable
that fell away from my eyes.
there was that, the girl pointing, reached gentle
nothing upon
had not one to come
and there are not tears,
nothing bounds gave a
fuck, you know you gave the dogs
their remake.
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Sunday, June 21, 2015
still I sure where he had a grock
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