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Exquisite inferno grip, Canst thou holdeth mine hand and bringeth me adjacent to thine legs... To locketh ring finger's Connecting brain's......... I shalt awaiteth as a ghost to his lost widow.... I'll bury mine head Beneathe thy pillow Longing back for thy affections.... Spiritual ressurection..... As thine genious psyche is turned on just from me hiding..... Though thou shalt let me out A mut from his crate, We shalt be sedated on fine date Drunken by allegiance not in hallucinogenic form But in authenticity's greatest law....
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
Greatest law
Exquisite inferno grip, Canst thou holdeth mine hand and bringeth me adjacent to thine legs... To locketh ring finger's Connecting brain's......... I shalt awaiteth as a ghost to his lost widow.... I'll bury mine head Beneathe thy pillow Longing back for thy affections.... Spiritual ressurection..... As thine genious psyche is turned on just from me hiding..... Though thou shalt let me out A mut from his crate, We shalt be sedated on fine date Drunken by allegiance not in hallucinogenic form But in authenticity's greatest law....
brandon-nagley
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
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