Expressed are the pineapples of my dark lengthen, pink heading
Become'th it's sweet juice;
Where the taste of glory is revealed with all its essence are the fiber of my child's naked truth uncovered,
whiter than snow!, Beeth my child;
As it's essential essence is released in wasteful endeavors.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
Expressed are the pineapples of my dark lengthen, pink heading
Become'th it's sweet juice;
Where the taste of glory is revealed with all its essence are the fiber of my child's naked truth uncovered,
whiter than snow!, Beeth my child;
As it's essential essence is released in wasteful endeavors.
i really enjoy a good imagery
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