Country. Civilized. Nation. Ethanol. Behind me. Wind ever. Pollination. Goodbye.
Goodbye
Ever
Wind
Me
Nation
Country
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
No wonder we could. So it’s true. Whatever. What remains is the first to become. Terminal encore. In heat. In heat Terminal The Whatever Tru...
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