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Nov 2017
she would
jog her
****** well
fight their
stake as
she find
rusty silique
in her
clam now
she was
finally here
and she's
torn to
digress him
why she's
opened any
incandescent door
A ***** stone graveyard here
Scott F Hemingway
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Scott F Hemingway  Bloom
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