Revise the shortcuts to closer ends
Grains of wood brushed upon earth.
Sponges **** away H20 to a bitter explosion.
The remarks are unbearable as if I did the erosion.
Coils twirl away after being delivered.
The Sunset would never downfall appointing us glitter.
The wonders of “it” erased invisible
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:45 AM UTC
Revise the shortcuts to closer ends
Grains of wood brushed upon earth.
Sponges **** away H20 to a bitter explosion.
The remarks are unbearable as if I did the erosion.
Coils twirl away after being delivered.
The Sunset would never downfall appointing us glitter.
The wonders of “it” erased invisible
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