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Wishbone Holding things down on my end, calibration the name of the game purchase gained and lost longing for your exquisite exertions palpable the length of this delicate glyph grace and menace in equal measure on display across the bight floored by your gaze play of three fingers against your effortless pinch my feigned contortions leavened by a finning hand to ward off the snap of lesser wishes.
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
Wishbone
Wishbone Holding things down on my end, calibration the name of the game purchase gained and lost longing for your exquisite exertions palpable the length of this delicate glyph grace and menace in equal measure on display across the bight floored by your gaze play of three fingers against your effortless pinch my feigned contortions leavened by a finning hand to ward off the snap of lesser wishes.
dave-hardin
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC
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