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1d
A heaven left untouched, the
dreamer wanders.
Through the field of elysian,
It's no more Deja Poo.

A sun falls low, a lucent cast,
A golden blush in the sky of indigo.
The star awakes in quite mercy,
reflections in the twilight's veil
Deja poo the way you like you heard the same **** before.
Strawblee
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Strawblee
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