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All about the geometry, getting tangled in her sorcery when the Angels want you too. Muse. And I use Chanel to attract, my lips are dry and cracked so I ladle on some balm, calm? nope, but I live in hope as most of us do. The low down on the cosine is a sign for me to come up and see her sometime and I've heard that one before. These are the searchlights. Flares that bring night down and candles to warm Saki. Back at the Inn Ingrid deigns to let me enter and pin my colours to her mast, happiness. That's all a man can ask unless he's an absolute cad and although I'm a bounder I've never been that bad. At Andrews, we are back to the base counting to ten with mud on my face, flying to Dallas and all of us laugh wildly at the child that's inside of me, but I know he left years ago and is still on the way.
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
All roads remember
All about the geometry, getting tangled in her sorcery when the Angels want you too. Muse. And I use Chanel to attract, my lips are dry and cracked so I ladle on some balm, calm? nope, but I live in hope as most of us do. The low down on the cosine is a sign for me to come up and see her sometime and I've heard that one before. These are the searchlights. Flares that bring night down and candles to warm Saki. Back at the Inn Ingrid deigns to let me enter and pin my colours to her mast, happiness. That's all a man can ask unless he's an absolute cad and although I'm a bounder I've never been that bad. At Andrews, we are back to the base counting to ten with mud on my face, flying to Dallas and all of us laugh wildly at the child that's inside of me, but I know he left years ago and is still on the way.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
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