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Am a stain... As it a man... A skinny fiddler mouth. Drifted as unholy mink. A hounded firmly stinks. Find me in the dark. Am a stain... As it a man... Morgue violets you. Virtuous eye, gloom Your volute egoism. Give your soul to me. For i am the darkest night of yours. Fainthearted fought risky moors. Am a stain... As it a man...
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 6:55 AM UTC
Secret of A Man's Forecast Name
Am a stain... As it a man... A skinny fiddler mouth. Drifted as unholy mink. A hounded firmly stinks. Find me in the dark. Am a stain... As it a man... Morgue violets you. Virtuous eye, gloom Your volute egoism. Give your soul to me. For i am the darkest night of yours. Fainthearted fought risky moors. Am a stain... As it a man...
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 6:55 AM UTC
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