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Wicked, wacked, Watch as we about-face this perfect paring because about now the timer ive set will be going off and, GOD knows, we CANT brown the silly crust this time. ***** Fake ghosts and roaming shores, pack them and go $i die$ somewhere with more tranquil winds, quiet skies. Earth, with you i have coalesced- alas, fae tongues have yet to forget to grab ankles and pull. I apologize for the imprints of my claws.
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Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
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Wicked, wacked, Watch as we about-face this perfect paring because about now the timer ive set will be going off and, GOD knows, we CANT brown the silly crust this time. ***** Fake ghosts and roaming shores, pack them and go $i die$ somewhere with more tranquil winds, quiet skies. Earth, with you i have coalesced- alas, fae tongues have yet to forget to grab ankles and pull. I apologize for the imprints of my claws.
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Dec 27, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
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