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i say better than's god, i say one is demanding alm and that be cleft, and to queue.... you have no heratfelt marrow to be called a bone! as i do, resting: an engraved to a tomb, you were but a womb to my liking worth: a worth a living heart. you are nothing and as such... the few. nord vind: forlatevære... just be: let be... gråsol skygge - innhøsting. Cnut fathom scoot! knew ur boghdan mein noot! graeme revell... the film blow... and then you die.... or you so hope to do so... with the violins and etc.
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
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i say better than's god, i say one is demanding alm and that be cleft, and to queue.... you have no heratfelt marrow to be called a bone! as i do, resting: an engraved to a tomb, you were but a womb to my liking worth: a worth a living heart. you are nothing and as such... the few. nord vind: forlatevære... just be: let be... gråsol skygge - innhøsting. Cnut fathom scoot! knew ur boghdan mein noot! graeme revell... the film blow... and then you die.... or you so hope to do so... with the violins and etc.
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