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Breathe and live. Positive. Inviting every inch of me. Testing waters. Chemical inversion My disturbance. Like a luxury. So heaven like a tuxedo deal. **** me see me luckily Like coming up 7s real While my stud husband Cant stop ******* me. My family jewels. Tucked away. Dont **** with me. Money comes so rare. I swear. I need to come up. With a monthly..... Self replenished Money tree..... And dont thinkbasis. Is creative *** I made The corners. Of the rug. A ******* funny place For pugs to *** Them ugly looking ***** Something similar To mister Donald Trump. His ******* junk Is made dysfunction. The assumption. Being Donald's ***** Is the reason. Santas fat *** replaced jesus as the meaning of the season. I should pull meat cleavers. Pull the lever. Move the temperature. To jam rock. Mary Jane with solidarity. And reach a fever. And create a religion solely baced on marley vibes. And make Donald first believer. Launch a soaked ****** At his roster of bodyguards. And tell himeat it. You big dumb ******** creature. Back to shadow moves. Chaotic evil is my breed Of feature. So ****** feed my need Or show me fear. But never show me fakeness. I'm made for basic. Greatness. Blame myteacher. And my leaders Cant take it here's a spoon. Eat my *** and tell me how it tasted
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
Funny bro
Breathe and live. Positive. Inviting every inch of me. Testing waters. Chemical inversion My disturbance. Like a luxury. So heaven like a tuxedo deal. **** me see me luckily Like coming up 7s real While my stud husband Cant stop ******* me. My family jewels. Tucked away. Dont **** with me. Money comes so rare. I swear. I need to come up. With a monthly..... Self replenished Money tree..... And dont thinkbasis. Is creative *** I made The corners. Of the rug. A ******* funny place For pugs to *** Them ugly looking ***** Something similar To mister Donald Trump. His ******* junk Is made dysfunction. The assumption. Being Donald's ***** Is the reason. Santas fat *** replaced jesus as the meaning of the season. I should pull meat cleavers. Pull the lever. Move the temperature. To jam rock. Mary Jane with solidarity. And reach a fever. And create a religion solely baced on marley vibes. And make Donald first believer. Launch a soaked ****** At his roster of bodyguards. And tell himeat it. You big dumb ******** creature. Back to shadow moves. Chaotic evil is my breed Of feature. So ****** feed my need Or show me fear. But never show me fakeness. I'm made for basic. Greatness. Blame myteacher. And my leaders Cant take it here's a spoon. Eat my *** and tell me how it tasted
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27/Two-Spirit/Canada
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
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