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Celebrating the summer. Planting a wet kiss on― the hiding moon. Dousing the flames, you come in crosshairs of a mob. You will light your own candle now, in― pitch-dark inside. Impoverished. Always poor to buy your happiness. Like Paleolithic stab, you stay unmoved, exposed to shadows and sun. The water affair was kept alive with ****** curves. No one believes in old bones. I will not ask you. I will not need.
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
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Celebrating the summer. Planting a wet kiss on― the hiding moon. Dousing the flames, you come in crosshairs of a mob. You will light your own candle now, in― pitch-dark inside. Impoverished. Always poor to buy your happiness. Like Paleolithic stab, you stay unmoved, exposed to shadows and sun. The water affair was kept alive with ****** curves. No one believes in old bones. I will not ask you. I will not need.
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Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
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