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| squint |
said the dusk on top o the mountain watershed. but the tar wrapped hilo leaves are cautionary as to use only grape jello for their toe pudding as far as sex sequences go. yet I'm still drawn to mysterious blushes with a glue misnomer and a tall cup of nonsense in condensed thoughts thru the blue room thru the numbers dots on my forbidden screen. get me? get ME? |
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