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A voice so subtle, now forgotten no fake to berry wilds of chimney, oblivious to speedy winds of yacht fleecing your green, now been caught, Pretty daisies' rights to be subtly lazy stepping timidly on garden slippery. little rocks prancing to a love of feat kicked shoes and socks off flimsily, sweet smell that the freeze can't dim a private refuses a sergeant's whim, a devil's stage of nervous hymns... This good old boy with pub whiskey and flashbacks of a tease dreamily, her jumper smells and the fleece that boldly bought him to his knees. the jam and peanut butter re-invention, There's a black and white generation before a lamp rage of all whose crazy, gas oiled, like the bronze fashioned, intricately designed antiques Burning fuel beautiful as her country.
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16h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC
stepping timidly on garden slippery
A voice so subtle, now forgotten no fake to berry wilds of chimney, oblivious to speedy winds of yacht fleecing your green, now been caught, Pretty daisies' rights to be subtly lazy stepping timidly on garden slippery. little rocks prancing to a love of feat kicked shoes and socks off flimsily, sweet smell that the freeze can't dim a private refuses a sergeant's whim, a devil's stage of nervous hymns... This good old boy with pub whiskey and flashbacks of a tease dreamily, her jumper smells and the fleece that boldly bought him to his knees. the jam and peanut butter re-invention, There's a black and white generation before a lamp rage of all whose crazy, gas oiled, like the bronze fashioned, intricately designed antiques Burning fuel beautiful as her country.
White-Raven
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Jun 3, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC
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