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she was a pretty little one with her braid hair of yesteryears in her eyes the mist of green forests the await for a shinning armor i got to keep her tainted clothes in this confinement on death row
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
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she was a pretty little one with her braid hair of yesteryears in her eyes the mist of green forests the await for a shinning armor i got to keep her tainted clothes in this confinement on death row
24.1.2015 for TGWLY challenge
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
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