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Dear Mary. Dear Theresa. Dear Eve. I write to you to see My daily reminder To be sovereign Test not the waters Waves will brake alone Let Mary talk. She needs this The world listens. Man need not be present Dear Diary, We were hunters. Free. How could one soaked in blood Enraged with life Contrive such marital obligations? Do we dedicate ourselves to such, Or simply ones self? Give her a year, give her a day. Give her a minute. Give unto women that of which is woman's. Give it a rest. He spoke, 'Let the dead bury the dead' Dear God, Like the birds in the field I do not worry Return my rib I give not. I detest.
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
Dear Mary. Dear Theresa. Dear Eve.
Dear Mary. Dear Theresa. Dear Eve. I write to you to see My daily reminder To be sovereign Test not the waters Waves will brake alone Let Mary talk. She needs this The world listens. Man need not be present Dear Diary, We were hunters. Free. How could one soaked in blood Enraged with life Contrive such marital obligations? Do we dedicate ourselves to such, Or simply ones self? Give her a year, give her a day. Give her a minute. Give unto women that of which is woman's. Give it a rest. He spoke, 'Let the dead bury the dead' Dear God, Like the birds in the field I do not worry Return my rib I give not. I detest.
GoodMorningGod
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GoodMorningGod
36/M/American
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
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