Thinking of something unnecessary part 2
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When tomorrow it came for me arrange the taste for me i picked up my angel, the flower is a sense of taste that I never describe, you are all sand desit in the horn of a barren mind of my heart rushed between the intricate love curse not just love
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Menghayal tu tidak baik😉
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