Grief. Be careful while I come. Sourdough. Cream cheese chives. Hi, Oh.
Hi, Oh
Cheese
Come
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Grief
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Come back. Don't. New York. Bethlehem. Tomorrow. Tarantula. Not one more day. Not one more day Tarantula Tomorrow New York Come Boyz
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