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sliding excuse again sidling nearer gin in hand. a mess. sodden and part ****** for what you call you or what they call you. matters naught to innocents. eyes tell hearts only what is taught by mind. my child knows only of tumbling and faces messy from trembling in joy. you are the happiest person in the world of his heart.
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
darkness perceived
sliding excuse again sidling nearer gin in hand. a mess. sodden and part ****** for what you call you or what they call you. matters naught to innocents. eyes tell hearts only what is taught by mind. my child knows only of tumbling and faces messy from trembling in joy. you are the happiest person in the world of his heart.
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
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