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Off I go to the shroud of cover, in a deep far off avenue where body salts melt and white turns to black, misread, misinterpreted and enjoyed by others @ my own expense. sunshine, seashells and peppercorn bits
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
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Off I go to the shroud of cover, in a deep far off avenue where body salts melt and white turns to black, misread, misinterpreted and enjoyed by others @ my own expense. sunshine, seashells and peppercorn bits
CLStewart
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
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