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"deviana" poems
We are already rich, but it is not truth. Thus he just breaths money, the kid will wake up in the desert. It is a lie from uptown. Even though the oil splashs the myth it is not truth. We ran out of water and the tears have now a price. Will you be able to pay or will you beg to the foolish and old ***** people. So yes, we are rich, but it is not truth. Darling, we have not even a cent. Since the beginning of our time we have gotten everything from them. Everything we have asked for have been given to us. ...
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
Deviana