the would be
landmarks
(the fish) she eats in a dream.
formerly, a palmist.
sweet on my mom.
mine are still
her favorite
hands.
on its own all hunger is young.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
the would be
landmarks
(the fish) she eats in a dream.
formerly, a palmist.
sweet on my mom.
mine are still
her favorite
hands.
on its own all hunger is young.
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