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Wild woman of The wilderness Not giving into The Wiles of my Past. Ravenous For multicolor Glass, to see Through the Kaleidoscope Of endearment. Attachment I Feel it, as materfamilias Of the most Extreme commitment Where amor is the door You take in and out.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
The wiles of my past
Wild woman of The wilderness Not giving into The Wiles of my Past. Ravenous For multicolor Glass, to see Through the Kaleidoscope Of endearment. Attachment I Feel it, as materfamilias Of the most Extreme commitment Where amor is the door You take in and out.
jessica-packer
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
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