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My butte shall pry wood today That she's barely enchanted by egress and Will grant a peaceful way. As veracity comes so nigh in her ancients That now convenes with her in paradise But her love is banally tragic Round haunts she's claimed forthright Yet she is newly aplomb in nature And her love is a dement today That cast a circle upon the great day.
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
Veracity
My butte shall pry wood today That she's barely enchanted by egress and Will grant a peaceful way. As veracity comes so nigh in her ancients That now convenes with her in paradise But her love is banally tragic Round haunts she's claimed forthright Yet she is newly aplomb in nature And her love is a dement today That cast a circle upon the great day.
a loving relationship
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
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