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Excited fingertips Tapping high notes Just outside my door. Their parallel delirium dithered unshackled in the air. “How could it be so funny?” So many long years together to snigger at the joke. Such an extensive lifetime; he still manages to makes her laugh. Caught vague and ****** I am the troll sullen in my cave. Decrepit The cave-dwelling brute, scowling lone amid her haven. Their cackles won’t stop And my retreat is just a shelter That that keeps out all the rest.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
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Excited fingertips Tapping high notes Just outside my door. Their parallel delirium dithered unshackled in the air. “How could it be so funny?” So many long years together to snigger at the joke. Such an extensive lifetime; he still manages to makes her laugh. Caught vague and ****** I am the troll sullen in my cave. Decrepit The cave-dwelling brute, scowling lone amid her haven. Their cackles won’t stop And my retreat is just a shelter That that keeps out all the rest.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
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