come six twenty four, much
is done already. words are
discussed, will be till evening.
one was discarded, as not being used
these days, while some misspelt
took on other meanings. the work load
creates tension, while skin crawls
back to back.
at six twenty seven, the music
ends.
sbm.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
come six twenty four, much
is done already. words are
discussed, will be till evening.
one was discarded, as not being used
these days, while some misspelt
took on other meanings. the work load
creates tension, while skin crawls
back to back.
at six twenty seven, the music
ends.
sbm.
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