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Aug 19
Contemplating what is feeding him
We have stricken him down
His laying, in person can?

I am without waters edge
Rot of wisdom I grow
Yet reason of fantasy I cannot remove

The chant master and his captors

Misure
Tan
Madman

Teach!
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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   heidi
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