the train, son, is very real.
you roar in your mother.
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it is so loud you cannot hear an angel ****** an angel.
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the country has a leader. the story is
she has a whiteness
no one can see.
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I’ve not understood the saying
of weakness. that said, I’ve one for
tunnels. cloche hats. and Africa.
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I broke my arm, I met your mother.
it is of use
that I push
this train.
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
the train, son, is very real.
you roar in your mother.
-
it is so loud you cannot hear an angel ****** an angel.
-
the country has a leader. the story is
she has a whiteness
no one can see.
-
I’ve not understood the saying
of weakness. that said, I’ve one for
tunnels. cloche hats. and Africa.
-
I broke my arm, I met your mother.
it is of use
that I push
this train.
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