the stitches torn and broke
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no you cheated me.. and as the thunder cracked, they were gone.. necrophilia you kisses burn..
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Without Compass, Needle Skinny Rose, pointed to heaven, lost in these words in oblivious outcry I mend my first sight, whether it be dar...
There was a man of double deed
ReplyDeletewho sewed his garden full of seed