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I was the most beautiful when I repented from
words of love
I heard a single one of my headphones all
They do not understand it
Rose fired a flower spike
The move is difficult to estimate hours
Love soft breasts
For me to shoot a gun
He brought me
Love is often death
Culture Shock often dead
Walking the sense of feeling solid
Who will go forgotten
I told them
I am sure I can
I got today
Wear your sexual world
I wrote the poison out of handwriting
I got everything
But this
Never for me, I do.
@winkyaw