I didn't know how to reach him. Think about the nightmare. October 16th, 1977.
October 16th, 1977
Nightmare
The
Think
Reach
How
Know
I
Right
Equal
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Are you kidding? Oh, Good Grief. I'm supposed to know how? We take the moisture from the air. Split Lime. Split Lime The From Moisture T...
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