Necks. Parents. Everett. Son. Who is it? Undefiled. For Our Timeout.
Undefiled
For
Who
Son
Everett
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
The faster you go, the closer you are. If I had a thought, I’d marry him. Two can play off of each other. Adam Sandler. Maude. A semiconduct...
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