You would never know what God was made for. Trash day.
Trash day
For
Made
God
Know
Black
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Conservative discipline. Unjust Viagra. Colloquially. Infertility. I should've been smarter. Sin. I was asked to redeem too little. Smal...
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