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Jul 2017
Souls rub anguished atop altars altering not proto-Adam's rib dust ~ Stultifying the grip and grapple of Testamental Abraham's bib trust
Cold Connie Candice Clover, let's climb a clingingly-cautious,
****-cured, crisp cypress tree on fatherless-****-run Cyprus
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