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Criminal's Poach wind are you a friend? like a need, to lend kin is a spare free, on the mend? Waiting On A Nut, To Pop? didn't it...? a shadow we forgot thank you, thirst even built it here, with a sense to pop Sour Molly, More Sally wasted the wisdom, for a friend ate tastes of photo's, fates hastes of poet's shadows I love, baring a doll's send how, if a liberty to a question, best answered by a positive brat... White Hot does, bunch of banana's earning seldom, in a cart with a curtain and see me, solve your dilemma remember when, you see a flash, I am flirting Roses, Heaven, And Babies (Doctor Who'm) sour to nose you... a whetted pride, a wetter *** love has babies, with a cause for glue time, can a flower, name you after me? Paper Boat (Milky Tongue) Named Hug honey's curiosity are we wood or worried? tomorrow's when specialness's virtuosity...? each, as the wind become, caring... Some Day, Your Pies **** or pisces as shown a cheeky time truer finish to a smiles license easy come from here, to fear my crying... Like Me... (Mother May High?) hours of devilled ecstasy unto sour to ask, but swearing a feather since has sunshine's pet, for worthier intricacy has that, kept the now, with your how; for a new lover... Taking A Picture, At A Guy's Expense moons due, moon deserves you urges long stares, to wish we only had a whistle such a fright is an epistle, for your first ewe time, owe me the sun; still a star with our must, zealot?
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 12:07 PM UTC
Can A Guest At Your Age, Stop? (Construction Marvel's)
Criminal's Poach wind are you a friend? like a need, to lend kin is a spare free, on the mend? Waiting On A Nut, To Pop? didn't it...? a shadow we forgot thank you, thirst even built it here, with a sense to pop Sour Molly, More Sally wasted the wisdom, for a friend ate tastes of photo's, fates hastes of poet's shadows I love, baring a doll's send how, if a liberty to a question, best answered by a positive brat... White Hot does, bunch of banana's earning seldom, in a cart with a curtain and see me, solve your dilemma remember when, you see a flash, I am flirting Roses, Heaven, And Babies (Doctor Who'm) sour to nose you... a whetted pride, a wetter *** love has babies, with a cause for glue time, can a flower, name you after me? Paper Boat (Milky Tongue) Named Hug honey's curiosity are we wood or worried? tomorrow's when specialness's virtuosity...? each, as the wind become, caring... Some Day, Your Pies **** or pisces as shown a cheeky time truer finish to a smiles license easy come from here, to fear my crying... Like Me... (Mother May High?) hours of devilled ecstasy unto sour to ask, but swearing a feather since has sunshine's pet, for worthier intricacy has that, kept the now, with your how; for a new lover... Taking A Picture, At A Guy's Expense moons due, moon deserves you urges long stares, to wish we only had a whistle such a fright is an epistle, for your first ewe time, owe me the sun; still a star with our must, zealot?
whew...
#babies#childhood#agelessness#hair
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david-hilburn
56/M/Soldotna, Alaska
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 12:07 PM UTC
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