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Apr 12
the creatures of why do this
because it is now, your fault
to fix the quaking shantee's eyelids

we shall never shell
in a cindering hands, bowls of eden
craft of majicks, marbled ancient call of him
the god, which left us you and them

calling in the abusing door
abusing the calling of home

take on she
take hurt hole
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kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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