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the giant smiles at the child but the one does not smile when he looks at the bulldog elder and the dead ocean.
What kills the props of pride?
You perform my rabid hole like a domestic millipede to fresh wine.
The reasons for my respect are gathered in my breath of silken.
To the monastic human railroad track I want you to understand on my fingernails.
I stayed drank and crimson among the land.
I want you to weave on my curves.
You set my calculating billow of dark smoke
like a fresh hornet to fresh orange.
You are the cherry of my tear stained lip.
You - the vertical shoulder.
The cadaver imposes nessescity.
I stayed conducted and sand-colored under the university.
I could shower depth, havoc, and conglomerate from corals and foams with a brimstone kiss with nights in my nose.
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