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| dallas |
snakes, hissing and pissing coiled and twisted rolling around one another. They call my name, and I want to hear. And I need to hear. But I have been deafened by the roar of the engine of fate. |
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| Roderick Rice | writhing witch i not in search a question indeed a person in need i continue my search knowledge ...... | 010726 |