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Pages be poured out, be torn out books, they all append with you getting her looks, how alluring she is and will always be, reborn each time with no memory, the seed once was or the fruit it could be. Thieving a mere sight here and there is worth every bit of the herd's pity.
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Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 10:28 AM UTC
all that glitters isn't gold
Pages be poured out, be torn out books, they all append with you getting her looks, how alluring she is and will always be, reborn each time with no memory, the seed once was or the fruit it could be. Thieving a mere sight here and there is worth every bit of the herd's pity.
diljeev
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Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 10:28 AM UTC
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