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May 16
Christened by the wind
Causing an eye to look more carefully at her


As subliminal arguments confer
The cover that concealed her perfection was sugar that was all encompassing
The rats loved buwhen looking at the exhilarating xenophobia. Sarcasm intended, still my hand is not my own. Mammy. Beep beep
Mee Naw mee everybody minding their own business otherwise

Poo God

Ûrs I won?
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Autisma
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