It's nearly eight o'clock in old Simpang Bedok where water flows like liquid and tramps run free with ***** wearing barbecue hats in cat colors that don't match cats. by ꜱᴜᴢᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ - Hello Poetry

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Jan 6

It's nearly eight o'clock in old Simpang Bedok where water flows like liquid and tramps run free with ***** wearing barbecue hats in cat colors that don't match cats.

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ꜱᴜᴢᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ

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