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Be sure about yourself In hell it’s all for nothing Get lost and come back in the morning. Be sure there’s no ring in the morning Who can I tell my history Probably who “I do” in the wedding; please she my one time wonder No blinding in my loving. It’s the real deal, count my loving. My boundaries are more what my companions’ thinking, Shes feeling guiltys’ thought process He said let us cross our eternal boundaries. All pure thought corrupt Well **** Can I get a clean state from the paper bag test we slip. Time in coming, whip still relevant coming soon uh.
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
A Librarians’ Loophole
Be sure about yourself In hell it’s all for nothing Get lost and come back in the morning. Be sure there’s no ring in the morning Who can I tell my history Probably who “I do” in the wedding; please she my one time wonder No blinding in my loving. It’s the real deal, count my loving. My boundaries are more what my companions’ thinking, Shes feeling guiltys’ thought process He said let us cross our eternal boundaries. All pure thought corrupt Well **** Can I get a clean state from the paper bag test we slip. Time in coming, whip still relevant coming soon uh.
GarconDelLaOcean
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
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