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Let it remain ovarian pure. After strangulating the truth, for hypoxic euphoria. Flies in your face the dirt, the denial, the terracota of superposition of speech hiding self-interest. Blackened crozier for wrinkeled crotch drops the ashes of love on unopened buds. Weeping willow sways in warm winds of prayers. Strawberry in holes nothing like bruise.
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
Blackened Crozier
Let it remain ovarian pure. After strangulating the truth, for hypoxic euphoria. Flies in your face the dirt, the denial, the terracota of superposition of speech hiding self-interest. Blackened crozier for wrinkeled crotch drops the ashes of love on unopened buds. Weeping willow sways in warm winds of prayers. Strawberry in holes nothing like bruise.
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
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