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Warm skin- wet leaves- and orange peels make for a diet Im used to. Skeletal frames and browned jags with burnt edges turned to mucus I am not. Bread called pan with a side of Natilla! common on the sometimes desolate streets I once called home- BUT alas now they are filled with Feliz Navidad and Holiday Greetings. I came at a time when life was in turmoil and the pestilence of my American soul bled no longer to the longing of old faithful. I came and went, my inquiries have been exhausted and the version of me has returned. I still find that I long for your cafe and ******* Oh but alas I am home pluma de escribir -mi querida
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
pluma de escribir y mi querida
Warm skin- wet leaves- and orange peels make for a diet Im used to. Skeletal frames and browned jags with burnt edges turned to mucus I am not. Bread called pan with a side of Natilla! common on the sometimes desolate streets I once called home- BUT alas now they are filled with Feliz Navidad and Holiday Greetings. I came at a time when life was in turmoil and the pestilence of my American soul bled no longer to the longing of old faithful. I came and went, my inquiries have been exhausted and the version of me has returned. I still find that I long for your cafe and ******* Oh but alas I am home pluma de escribir -mi querida
CLStewart
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
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