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i went to model myself not an easy job today´ s elf a sweet old cob not interested in what.. lily woke dream gazed in the act of recalled do you want to know a dream (a raisin in the sun..)* i was in the shopping mal and yet all the shops empty and escalators named heaven.. all the mirrors and cameras played catch the end said why what did you then find but i could not stop laughing.. madame,it said you are a shine and i began to be.. i understood the purest futility and was good.. i believed in love it was me and you nothing was on sale knock out a bargain only your only mine on the air all about and when i reached and could get no there was around white forest the sky blue i looked into my hand and there was yours too.. i said here is gold and sand here is promise here riches.. i looked into your great wise eye and a tear fell like avalanche.. you went down and i went up and then gone.. shopping.. from a dream deferred* by langston hughes ii at the local tech with any **** looking through the window.. the moulin like some happy space ship.. the night soft and the river fine i took my forms went to the pub for a jar..
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
i went to model myself
i went to model myself not an easy job today´ s elf a sweet old cob not interested in what.. lily woke dream gazed in the act of recalled do you want to know a dream (a raisin in the sun..)* i was in the shopping mal and yet all the shops empty and escalators named heaven.. all the mirrors and cameras played catch the end said why what did you then find but i could not stop laughing.. madame,it said you are a shine and i began to be.. i understood the purest futility and was good.. i believed in love it was me and you nothing was on sale knock out a bargain only your only mine on the air all about and when i reached and could get no there was around white forest the sky blue i looked into my hand and there was yours too.. i said here is gold and sand here is promise here riches.. i looked into your great wise eye and a tear fell like avalanche.. you went down and i went up and then gone.. shopping.. from a dream deferred* by langston hughes ii at the local tech with any **** looking through the window.. the moulin like some happy space ship.. the night soft and the river fine i took my forms went to the pub for a jar..
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
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