Get. Nothing There. Late Night. No one cared. Runaway.
Runaway
No one cared
Night
Late
Nothing There
Get
October
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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