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Jul 2018
Programmed

Deep in the depths of her inner core the fragments of me call a sweet home, years have passed by with new versions trying to insert and hack her mainframe. I've stayed hidden living in the most delecate parts of her functions, "suctioned by the old father from that day I vouwed  I'd never live" even if one day I'm mimicked in a version of a doll, or cast away as ash in mother natures oceans path ways in her I'll forever live programmed.

Swoo
Swoo
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Swoo  34/M/Shesolovely World
(34/M/Shesolovely World)   
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